Believe it or not that was me in 2006, drained, stretched to the point of the rubber band breaking. Let’s face it, there are those days that really challenges us! Some say life’s challenges builds character, but then just how much character can one built as the cliche goes.
There are many articles on stress relief to managing our stress in daily life. I find some realistic while others do offer sound advice yet are just rubbish as far as I am concerned.
This photo is a good example, a call center setting, answering calls from good to the ugly ones that make you take a deep breath and bite your tongue. To add to the pot, you have KPI’s and Prod stats to worry about so that you don’t find yourself on a verbal warning and trying to keep all calls to a five minute or less duration. I have seen some have chocolate candies at their desks to nibble on while writing their notes before the next call that may fill the ears with loud foul language. I have seen others with large bottles of Tums on their desks, We each have our own vices and our own ways of handling stress or other life challenges.
In some of the articles that I have read, they say when stressed to take walks to refresh yourself which is sound advice and does work wonders. I have seen upper class management able to get away from their desks and do just that to the hour and half to two hour lunches but you still have some time to go before you’re thirty minute lunch break.
So what do you do?
When I was just a snot nosed know it all, invincible to the world or so I thought at the time. There was a guest speaker I forget if it was school or at one of my prior jobs and I’ll never forget the phrase that he used. The message was to hang our frustrations up prior to entering and when leaving, to hang those emotions up so we don’t take them home. It made sense to me. It’s not a cure all to all forms of stress that affects us, but for some -a piece of cake.
Melanie mentioned that she wanted to know the story behind, “Through the Years” her exact comment, “Beautiful poetry. I’d love to know the story behind it”.
Like many bands and other artists would do from time to time, would have these sit downs with the audience and answer question about certain songs and how it transpired.
This will be my attempt at doing this.
First let us begin with the first one that changed the direction of this blog.
July 1993. Fairly self-explanatory being a tribute to my Dad, What you don’t know!
This one was my first step getting back on the bicycle after many years of not writing, after my Mother passed in 2002 it took me a month before I could watch a comedy and finally laugh. Then other life events like marriage, well to keep this part short, I should have just jumped in satins mouth. It would have been faster. The poem at the bottom was actually written May 27, 1998 and I edited to go with the piece I wrote above.
A Poem, I will admit I was a bit overwhelmed and very shocked at first when I saw how well July 1993 did. I was wondering was it a fluke or do I still got it.
During my life span, I have seen the silent tears that people hold inside, whether it was my own Mother or a co-worker and there were several. If one looks beyond the exterior you catch a glimpse of unspoken despair in one’s eye.
So, when I wrote this on August 20-21 of this year I wanted women to feel and break some emotional wall barriers and at the same time, hopefully some of the, male viewers would get a clue.
Take My Hand; I believe this was one of the more powerful ones about loving women as time goes by. I am trying to find the rights words as I write this; I had to get in touch with my feminine side and place myself in their shoes so to speak. Most of us look into the mirror, wondering what happened but most women will see wrinkles, taking stock option on youth cosmetics when they should feel good about themselves. As we age as they say, things start to head for the South Pole.
One of the inspirations for this one was from a Highlander movie with Christopher Lambert. There is a flashback scene where he is young and his wife has gotten grayer with mortal age, yet he still loved her until her dying day. There was no trading in a 40 year old for two 20 year olds. He loved her! Some men like most women like to know that we are still hot, sexy and desired that is where, “As I stand here in the mist of night, I see your silhouette beneath the sheets. Those delicate curves still ignite the fires of desire.” comes into play.
FAREWELL MY LOVE: I felt bad when I heard the news of Alison Parker and Adam Ward being gunned down by a former co-worker to be taken from their prime years, so while I was at the mechanics shop waiting for them to get done, I started writing this and then finished later that day. I think this one could be used for almost any death that occurs and how some of us handle it.
Then the writer’s block accorded. This is when I was reclogging several posts for two days straight while I did lose a follower or two during this. Then one day I get a comment from Kim, which is what I needed right at that moment –like sticking a needle in my behind. But, it also brought back a memory of years past that I had thought was burred for good.
Summer 1992, this one took place in Chico California, the event actually happened in 1990 but 1992 rhymed with you. Tanya attended Chico State University while I was at Butte Community College in Oroville, California. I think what is there does a fairly good job of what transpired.
The one that Melanie has been waiting for to find out the story behind this one.
Through the Years, I was just going to let this one hang in the air and let the reader interpret their own thoughts.
I was listening to yesterday’s songs where you can actually hear the words and not have to refer to the lyrics on the sheet to understand, Lady, Hello, Journey and REO Speedwagon to Styx to get the juices flowing.
There are those times in one’s life where we may be surrounded by ones that love us but we still feel alone inside. Maybe, a person developed depression later on in life, maybe a person mourning the loss of a child. While I was writing this, I was thinking of making a song out of it. “Staring, searching, holding on to yesterday’s bliss” I think in some degree we all do this from time to time when life gets tough while we search for that relief valve.
I am pleading a case on behalf of my cousin Bob Reister who lives in Los Banos, Ca.
His best friend needs an operation, the feature photo used is his Dog named Bam. After two days they were able to get Bam upright. At first he was told it would cost four thousand dollars, but then luckily with a second opinion and a smart veterinarian that office was able to to get it down to two thousand three hundred due to unnecessary lab work. The breed: Weimaraner.
Bob is a Veteran USAF and worked as a computer system/server administrator for twenty three years .His wife Linda is retired.
His Facebook page is here: https://www.facebook.com/wildman.reister to verify that he is real. Never knew him to open his page to the public…
The Gofundme account if you wish to donate.
Totaled raised $605.00
Maybe prettypoodlesandpets might have an idea to help my cousin out.
It was a warm summers day as most days are in California. The conifer tree in front raining it’s needles and cones. The rose bush displaying new blossoms filled with red, white and pink petals producing perfumes of heaven.
The walnut tree lives in back, a gigantic one at that, starting to shows signs of maturity a few more months and they will be ready. The peach trees that are in back as well showing signs of seasons end.
People coming and going some with smiles while others more serious.
A lady took Mom to the back of the house to talk, while my brother Steve and I stepped out in front near the Conifer tree. The air was still as we talked to each other. It was peaceful on this warm day in July.
Out of nowhere, a strong wind came up. I did not feel it on my entire body, only as though it were passing through my head and shoulder region and then it was gone just as fast as it came in. The leaves on the Conifer tree stopped swaying as well. That was weird.
My brother Steve and I looked at each other not saying a word.
We knew what happened. We rush back in our house, and Mom in tears. The people that were coming and going are on their phones chartering, yet, I don’t know what they were saying as though their voices were drowned out; like a fuzzy photo-distorted if you will.
I stand here in a dark hallway with only a silhouette casting shades of gray
yet, you believe it is he that stands there.
I sit here contemplating life’s goals, hands and facial expressions that further your suspicions.
At times, a nightmare producing cries of torture throughout the house only strengthens your convictions, as I ponder your suspicions.
The voice from beyond haunts my mind as a gentle tap taps my soul.
Are you here? I yell out.
Receiving no confirmation, hesitations of the still air waiting with anticipation to only hear silence and compliance of a reality come true.
Have I become you from the dark?
I walk to the black box upon the television, read the name that is mine.
I stand here and you encased in a box surrounded with flowers of love.
The final days and last photos with my Dad.
The photos are true in every form showing what Cancer will do to a person. I did not take these last few days well as you can imagine, he was my hero and mentor. You have been warned, photos are below.
Tuesday July 14, 2015 around 3 PM
I left off with meeting my first cousin Karin and Aunt Patricia. If you wish to review that post then please read: Reconnecting with Family – Under A Sad Event Part 1.
Around 3pm or a bit after, my cousin Bob picked up his grand nephew and me. While Nicholas ( grand nephew) was swimming, I got to enjoy a one on one conversation with Bob. We caught up with our current lives and reminisced of old days-it was a blast. Here is one kicker, for the past twenty-three years he has been employed as a Computer System Administrator, and me having a fondness for computers obtained an A.A.S Degree in Network Systems Administration.
Five O’clock and on.
I will say the heat in California since I have been away for some time, was HOT! Eight in the morning and sweat would be pouring off you. Hell my balls were yelling no more! The nights while sleeping even with a wall ac running reminded me of -the nights of past of waking up with the pillow soaked from your sweat. My body temperature I do believe has acclimated to South Dakota.
Wednesday July 15, 2015 the day of the service.
This was the rough day. When my mother past in 2002, I had thought all tears were gone from that point on…. I was wrong. First was the lighting of the candles by family members then friends. I was strong, I was doing good I had thought-no tears and throat not choking. But, when I placed the candle on the table next to the other lit ones, that is when it hit me. She is gone! My throat was closing up as I fought back Niagra Falls.
Those who read my blog, will know that I recently left Sioux Falls, SD to attend a funeral in California. As I mentioned before, Sheila was my paternal first cousin and my Dad’s favorite niece. Those of us who were raised or around her were blessed in everyway for knowing her. I created a virtual memorial at Find A Grave so that she will never be forgotten and so that other relatives who were not able to attend may find the virtual memorial. For those who do not know what Find A Grave is – here is the definition: [Find A Grave is a commercial website that allows the public to access and add to an online database of cemetery records.]
Sheila, whom I addressed as Aunt, was a strong willed individual. At birth, I remember my Dad telling me she was born premature and very tiny. I was reminded while in California that her nickname was Inky for she was in an incubator for a month or two before coming home. They used a dresser drawer to place Sheila in and that became her bed for awhile. She survived and became a person whom we cherished. Later on in the early 90’s Sheila suffered a major heart attack and she was not expected to live long after that, yet she did. Hit with another ailment, she was not expected to survive more than three months, yet she did. Sheila was a fighter to the end. May we grow our own strength of survival from her.
Tuesday July 14, 2015 1:30PM
During my stay in California with my cousins, the day before the services I was fortunate to have finally met my first cousin Karin and her Mother my Aunt Patricia whom I have never met before. This side of the family comes from my Mother. Patricia is my Mother’s sister. The visit lasted for about an hour and it was a very good visit despite the nerves of visiting with a part of your family that you thought would never happen. We caught up on the regular stuff that most would and talked about what my Mother told me about growing up in the Bradford house and compared notes per say.
I must admit I was taken by surprise when I saw them face to face, for cousin Karin has the same hair color as my Mother. When I heard Aunt Patricia speak, the tone and the manner was the same as my Mothers. Stay tuned for part 2 of this posting
Here’s the scoop,
I just received word that services for my Aunt Sheila will be on the 15th of this month in Colusa, California.
I am trying to raise money so that I can attend the funeral. The current airfare from Sioux Falls Sd is $873.00
The average cost to drive there and back-basing fuel at three dollars per gallon and a car getting twenty seven miles per gallon would cost $400.00 on the low side.
25 h (1,717.1 mi) via I-90 W and I-80 W: Sioux Falls, SD to Williams, California by car.
I created a gofundme page at http://www.gofundme.com/yzck6p4
Any help would be appreciated. Thank you sincerely.
Here is the Obituary notice:
Obituary for Patricia Sheila Reister
Patricia “Sheila” Reister passed away July 6, 2015 at Colusa Regional Medical Center at the age of 69. She was born on November 5, 1945 in Colusa. She was a lifelong Colusa County resident.
Sheila worked as a cook at Colusa Regional Medical Center for over 10 years and Travelers Inn for several years. She enjoyed playing Bingo and cooking.
Sheila is survived by her children Bill Reister of New Hampshire, Bob Reister (Linda) of Los Banos, CA, Sonia (Russ) Wilson of Phoenix, AZ, Ed (Cyndy) Reister of Colusa, CA, Toni (Tom) Ballestero of Peoria, AZ. Brothers Rick Wilmoth of Colusa, CA, Clyde Loreto of Fresno. 19 Grandchildren and 38 Great Grandchildren. She was preceded in death by her brother Jonny Loreto and her Mother Mary Wilmoth.
A celebration of Sheila’s life will be held at 10:00a.m. Wednesday July 15th at the McNary-Moore Chapel 107 5th Street Colusa. Private burial will be held at a later date.
Memorial contributions may be made in Patricia Sheila Reister’s name to the Colusa Regional Medical Center Foundation 199 E. Webster Street Colusa, CA 95932