Patricia Spork Update – January 8, 2021

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

As of December 26, 2020, twenty years passed since my son (Casey) took his life from me. January 5th, 2021, twenty years passed since his body was laid to rest. Don’t believe the old adage time heals all wounds, for it does not. Festering eases as wounds become scars, reminders of once-fresh pain. But Christmas and New Year celebrations occurred and life continues on, as it should. Blessings are abundant and hopes are high. Positive attitude is a staying factor. Sunshine in the mind clears any cloudy time. Smiles and laughter are barriers against any weakness. Love remains love no matter the distance, no matter the changing times.

Feel up to some warped fiction based on real life events? Okay, here ya go:

The Seventh Day of the New Year, 2021

by Patricia Spork

On the seventh day of this New Year, a mixed group of high-tower blue putty people and red putty people awarded a blue putty man a white-frosted dome cake, even though this particular checkered-past blue putty man did not have authority granted from eagle-feathered men and women. These eagle-feathered people had granted the white-frosted dome cake to a red-faced, white-haired, blue-suited man, but the high-tower blue and red putty men and women didn’t care, so putty corruption putty’d feathers. Now, white, brown and black feathers are fluffed in rage, setting the stage for putties to be caged.

Eagle eyes see clearly the pettiness of the putties and the putties’ “trees on” branching throughout the red-faced, white-haired, blue-suited man’s lawn and throughout their feathered home nest. The red-faced, white-haired, blue-suited man had attempted to keep an immaculate lawn and nest for all. He followed all instructions outlined in legal paperwork and sought assistance from a judicial system rife with puttiness, all to no avail. Now the white-frosted dome cake could collapse, layer-by-layer, becoming rank compost on the immaculate lawn, and the once strong home nest could become decaying twigs, where no eagle-feathered person could reside safely.

The red-faced, white-haired, blue-suited man knows the “trees on” lawn and branches in nest needs eradicating and probably will putty-out the threat accordingly. But how is to yet be seen.

Okay, that’s my story. Bet you would have liked a better ending. Oh well too bad. LOL! So, all puttiness aside, I repeat myself:

Blessings are abundant and hopes are high. Positive attitude is a staying factor. Sunshine in the mind clears any cloudy time. Smiles and laughter are barriers against any weakness. Love remains love no matter the distance, no matter the changing times.

Love and blessings,

Patricia Spork