Showing posts with label Lisa. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lisa. Show all posts

Sunday, August 15, 2010

The Swing In The Tree Of Life...

I would like to dedicate my contribution to
Saturday Census this week to the memory of

Lisa fought a hard battle with a very
aggressive ovarian cancer which took
her life in less than three weeks.
Lisa was 40.

I discovered Lisa's blog shortly after
the Gulf oil spill.
I followed the events in the Gulf
through the words of Lisa and
her husband, the Captain.

From their words,I learned the truth
about what was happening in the Gulf.
I learned truths about life and love too.

Please stop by Bumpkin On A Swing
to leave your words of kindness
for her Captain, family and friends.
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For those of you who are joining us
for the first time, you may be wondering

It is a themed writing meme.
Each Saturday, Ms. Matlock will give
a writing prompt.
Your assignment...
if you choose to accept it...
is to write a 100 word story.
Yes, 100 words or less...
not including the "prompt words".
Oh, and the prompt words can
be used anywhere in your story!

Sounds like fun, doesn't it?
The writing prompt is good for the entire week,
so you can join in at any time!

THIS WEEK'S PROMPT:

I listened to them from my perch on the top step
and didn’t know whether to laugh or cry...

So here is my contribution

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The old, wooden swing hung amongst the Spanish moss in the branches of the tree which was rooted in the rich Mississippi soil.

She lived her life in that swing. Her future with her love, her Captain, never seemed brighter than when she viewed it in midair.

The swing and she survived winds, water, hurricanes and the disastrous oil spill. That swing became the symbol of their survival.

Three weeks ago, she discovered that cancer had invaded her body. Now only the swing survives.

We buried her yesterday . I sat on the porch and watched children scramble for her swing. I listened to them from my perch on the top step and didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.