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remembertheplunge · 11 months ago
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Black Pears Journal
 Monday 10/25/2004 Just past 6am. still dark.Black Pearls Journal
Quotes from the National Best Seller “Black Pearls."
ANGER;  “ When you clench your fist, no one can put anything in your hand, nor can your hand pick up anything.' Alex Haley from “Roots”
On this day, I…..ponder existence, 
Monday’s true spelling is anger.  The heart stops at 9am. Denny and Margie here. Intense, Burt fun. They sleep.
Think I’ll take the afternoon off. Call in sick. Vacation.Day Off. Lu day. Day to detail. Note. Notice. Collect. Appreciate. feel. To be. Huge effort. To get. To here. Take the day off. Off. Off what? Off the hook? Off means “In”.   In. Joy. Meant. I like goofing off more than Money. From Alan Watts book.
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I’d seen a little squib on CNN the day before I wrote the above entry. I believe that it said most heart attacks in the USA are at 9am Monday or on Saturday. It also said that 20% of US workers call in sick  because they just don’t feel like working. I think it was 20%.
As you can see from above and from the photo of this page I will post after I post this entry, at 9:30am 10/25/2004, fellow attorney Gene Trimble called to tell me that Superior Court Judge Wray Ladine died of a heart attack in the court house earlier that morning!
When I interviewed for a DA job in Modesto in The Spring of 1984, Wray Ladine, then a Deputy District Attorney, was one of two Da’s to interview me. I had also applied to work at the Stanislaus County Public Defender’s office. The Da’s office didn’t hire me. But, thg Public Defender’s office did.
 Wray Ladine died in the courtt house 10/25/2004.  What I heard was, the weekend before his death, an ambulance had been called to judge Ladine’s  house, but, he sent it away. He only had one case on in his Department, Department 8 that morning. He wasn’t supposed to be in that day,
At around 8:20am, before the case was called at 8:30am, he was sitting in a chair outside of his chamber’s by the bailiff’s desk. A Deputy District Attorney, and a Female probation  officer were in the area. 
They heard the judge’s pencil drop. They turned to watch  him collapse to the floor, dead. The court house community was horrified. For me, Department 8 has never been the same. 
So, kind of uncanny that I wrote about Monday morning heart attacks at 6am that morning. 
At 5:03pm, I noted that the #2 story on KCRA 3 TV News out of Sacramento was about Judge Ladine “Died in his chambers” A judge from 2000-2004.
Margie and Denny were my partner Jim’s mother and older brother.
They lived in San Luis Obispo County, a 4 or 5 hour drive from our house in Modesto.
They left for home that day, October 25, 2004..
It was the last time that we saw Margie in person before her death in April 2005.
Black Pearls Journal was a journal book I bought at a yard sale. It had not been written in. Each page contained  a quote from the book Black Pearls and the prompt “On this day, I…” followed by a blank space for you to write your thoughts.
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erinwantstowrite · 7 days ago
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Do I look like him?
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had a lot of people ask me to make a tiktok for it and i swear i tried but,,, making tiktoks just isn't working for me rn so we're getting still images until i can get my brain to cooperate. anyways!! i am obsessed with chromokopia and when i heard Like Him i ascended into heaven and also cried. and it very much reminded me of LoF
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frogatz · 14 days ago
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we are alooone, no one to blaaame
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hercarisntyours · 11 days ago
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original post (with bonus content!)
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pineapple-frenzy · 4 months ago
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Hello! If you are still taking prompts, literally anything from your flower soulmate au for Zutara 👀💜🌸
Aahhh this took quite a while but I had too many thoughts and ideas for what to draw
I went ahead and made another comic and I'm just gonna ramble for a bit qlfjlqkwqk
I think I mentioned this before, but Katara didn't like her soulmark flowers for a quite some time because they remind her too much of painful memories and her inability to protect those dear to her. So for the longest time she would pick them off her face and pretend they weren't there. It wasn't til she worked things out with Zuko that she started to accept the flowers as a part of her and she didn't feel the need to pick them anymore
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writerfae · 23 days ago
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The sound of childhood lost
His mother’s singing had always been one of Talon’s favorite sounds.
When he was younger he heard it a lot, grew up with the soothing melody of her voice.
It was beautiful, just like his mother was. Joyful. Gentle. Calming.
His mother’s singing moved everyone, always calming a younger Talon down when he cried, always making his sister Sera smile.
It even managed to soften the usually stern expression on his father’s face, tender tunes smoothing the rough edges of his guarded heart.
Talon could’ve listened to her sing for hours without getting tired of it.
And his mother sang often, back when he was younger.
She loved to do it, for it reminded her of home. Of her childhood back in a house filled with melodies, of the hours she spent making music with her siblings.
With one of them in particular.
Kieran was his mother’s favorite brother, had been ever since they were children. And Talon, too, had loved his uncle dearly. There were times where he had felt closer to him than to his own father.
It was him who introduced Talon to the violin:
Playing for him when he was but a little baby, gifting him his very own violin for his fifth birthday and teaching him some of his favorite compositions when Talon had shown a talent for handling the instrument.
He always insisted that Talon had a special gift, that he was even better than Kieran himself.
This claim had filled Talon with pride, but secretly he had always disagreed.
No one played the violin quite like his uncle did. No one made people weep, made them smile or laugh or dance with their music like him.
Like his mother’s voice, Kieran playing the violin was one of Talon’s favorite sounds.
And combined, he adored it even more.
Whenever Kieran came to visit them, him and Talon’s mother would play music. And Talon had loved it.
Together, the two made for a melody that was quite enchanting, an harmony unlike any other.
The harmony of two siblings that loved making music - and loved each other.
It was the sound of his childhood.
Until one day, the music stopped. Kieran died, sudden and unexpected.
And with the death of her beloved brother, his mother’s singing went silent.
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abortionado · 3 months ago
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what is going AWN
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vanessakimballs · 3 months ago
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restoration is good (TO ME) because after 12 years we finally get to see carolina gather the clarity to understanding tex. just as carolina was beaten down, when we don't have sarge or wash to guide us, it happens.
tex saves us. the woman who failed defies fate and saves the day.
#tex's whole story was about not being her own person and she was forgotten as if that was true#but it's not true. i think caboose being the one to choose tex over church. to remember tex as her own person#to have cared enough about her. to remind us that tex was never just church's ex or just a freelancer or just a bamf#but that she was someone who was cared about. who was loved. she cared so much only to be abandoned#and yet. and yet. the reds and blues didn't see it that way. she was a part of them. despite it all they were her friends#and i'm so happy that we got to see the show itself be reminded of that. that tex was her own person.#she was valued and she was loved. i think carolina seeing tex return made her understand this.#carolina got to see the tex she never allowed herself to see: a tex who cared about her friends.#a tex whose strength was those around her. the allies she made. carolina sees herself in tex.#and it finally allows her to let tex go. carolina says goodbye for the first time and it's to tex.#the last remnant of her mother and she lets her go.#idkidkdikddidkddk carolina and tex make me wanna chew on glass or something i cannot believe burnie burns came in clutch at the last second#to give carolina and tex that closure. to give tex an ending on her own terms. that's why restoration is GOATed it's flawed but it's earnes#like....BURNIE BURNS??? of all people??? giving us closure on carolina AND tex at the same time??? BURNIE BURNS??? it sounds made up andyet
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elericelery · 3 months ago
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“I hope one day you can forgive me for getting tangled up in all of this. I hope that one day you’ll be able to read this letter and stop yourself from getting tangled up in it too.”
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daenystheedreamer · 8 months ago
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i NEED boy king george i need charles and will to die real quick i want a boy king again we havent had one in so long. and queen regent kate would be so narratively delicious for her
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vaguely-concerned · 5 months ago
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the parallels between morrigan and the mage warden (especially one who snitched on jowan and so isn't automatically doomed if they stay in the circle) both being unceremoniously kicked out by their parental figures from the isolated nests they've been cooped up in all their lives and sent flailing out into the real world to test their wings. the love that you can read in between the lines there from irving, and even flemeth -- in both cases this is a cause of action taken partly to save their children (from the circle, from the blight, from the isolation and constriction they would be doomed to otherwise), and in both cases it also opens them up to a world of new dangers. (I wonder if irving knows how many grey warden recruits die right off the bat. from his general character I think he might take that chance even if he knew because otherwise the circle is all but inescapable, but from what he says to amell/surana at the time and how set duncan is to keep that particular detail on the down low I feel more on the side of him not being aware.)
irving at least is encouraging and explains the outlines of what he's thinking even in his hurry to get you out the door, flemeth takes the opportunity to get in a few more stabs of emotional abuse haha. but I think my amell looks at morrigan's shock and partial dismay to be sent away with them so abruptly (and despite everything, the sting of it being so easy to do on her mother's part, emotionally) and feels a sympathetic sinking in her stomach. because yeah she knows that feeling too
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mccallhero · 11 months ago
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favourite ouat scenes: 28/?
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iristial · 2 months ago
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So we got a happy Shouma with no trauma-laced flashbacks hitting us in the face with a steel hammer for once but at what cost.
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awakefor48hours · 6 months ago
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I feel like a lot of people just chalk Katara's backstory up to "her mom died” and nothing else and it really bothers me. Katara's mom, Kya, wasn't just a casualty of war, Kya died because she saved her daughter from being a victim of ethnic cleansing.
The water benders of the Southern Water Tribe didn't just disappear for no reason, they were targeted by the Fire Nation, forcibly removed from their homes to either be imprisoned or killed. Katara is the soul survivor of ethnic cleansing.
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chidoroki · 11 months ago
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December 30th - Happy Birthday Nozel - ft: his tvtropes
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opens-up-4-nobody · 4 months ago
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#i never really thought about a person being a finite thing. you can see the effects of a person after they die. in the unfinished projects.#in the rooms of clutter. in abandoned closets. in pictures and in mermered phrases. and you can see time#chipping away at those things. eroding away the evidance that a person existed. clothes move into other people's closets. projects are boxed#away. and a person becomes confined to photos and memories. and thats existentially terrifying but its not a bad thing. time erodes away all#things. that's how life works. matter and energy transforms.#we arent made to last forever. i dunno. i guess im still just rattled from being home even tho ive been back a week and a half.#and my brain tends to fixate on the wrong things. nearly 27 years of knowing someone eclipsed by a visual sequence lasting less than a day.#bc i just cant get over how scary it would be to die like that. to start losing control of your body. to not be able to feed yourself or get#to the bathroom. to have your mind be overcome by the toxins building up in your mangled and broken body.#and it could have been worse. it could have been a lot worse. but its still not fair. theres no good way to die. i dunno. i guess i just#miss my mom in some abstract way but i find it more viscerally upsetting to think about the people that have to deal with her absence.#it makes me sad that my dad is alone now. i dunno. grief doesnt feel like i thought it would. most of the time i dont even know what im#crying about. its undirected. it doesnt feel like: i miss you. it feels like: youre gone. how can you be gone? why does everything feel the#same? and its not that it doesnt make sense. its that nothings changed. the terror of that.#and im walking around in an acumulation of my dead mother's clothes. and no one knows. theyll never know.#and there's nothing to be done about it. so it goes.#i guess im just sad. and its hard to breathe at the thought of returning to school at the end of August.#unrelated
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