Blaze & Daze

Stiickygreen

Stiickygreen

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DarkWeb said:
Mornin

6" of snow supposed to come tonight. Temperatures are right around freezing so we'll see.

How's everyone doing today?
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We need it badly here. Still a lot of Winter remaining to pull it out of the fire but it's been dry and fairly warm all season. El nino~? Not yet.

Just finished a breakfast burrito with green chile'...heading for the bong and a second cup now. Standard, daily stuff here. :eek:bongsmilie
 
cannabiscrusader

cannabiscrusader

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shnkrmn said:
Yesterday, nearly the end of November, we took a walk to the other end of town to visit the old cemetery. Lived here for decades and never visited. City was founded in 1855 and this is where the original inhabitants ended up. Joseph Heywood's grave is there, the sole townsman who died defending the bank when Frank and Jesse James raided. I need to find out where the dead outlaws were disposed of one of these days. People died fast and young. It's shocking to see. War, disease, work.View attachment 5365297View attachment 5365298View attachment 5365299View attachment 5365300
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We live right next to the town cemetery. My parents and grandparents are there. The wife and I walk through almost every day. Big lake right next to it too, we'll big pond. Echo lake.

We found a stone that said Don Juan. Kid was 3 or 4, I forget. Super old stone. We put a dollar store solar light pointed at it every year and bring him a toy. I bet he was a lady killer!

I have a pic of it somewhere. I just s rolled back to 2017 in my photo album. Got sidetracked and started erasing some. Forgot what I was even looking for. I like my new bong
 
cannabiscrusader

cannabiscrusader

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Stiickygreen said:
It's been almost 13 years...or...an eternity. It wavers. One day it seems he was here just yesterday. Other days it feels like that day is an eternity of pain away. I try not to drag the cloud with me but it doesn't really work. It rewired me bigtime in so many ways. You can run but you cannot hide.

I'll find peace when I die. Not looking for it before then. But...it is what it is and we ride the ride. Not much else ya can do...

Hug em folks. Take that extra second where you would have let go before...and let it flow through you.
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Mine are all getting a squeeze from stickygreen! I got a quick story for you. When I was 5, I was taking a nap with my dad because he worked nights. He'd drop my mom off at work and then try to sleep. I was always wide awake waiting for him to nod off so I could go out in the living room and watch cartoons. This day, I'm laying there waiting for pops to start snoring. I remember it perfectly. It was very dark, even though it was daytime. The air conditioner was running in the winow, and he had his arm over me. That was his "little bastard snuck out" alarm. He rolled over, so I was free. I started to slink out of the covers when by the bedroom door, all the little dots of color you see in the pitch dark started to come together. They formed my grandmother. She was smiling, and dressed in a white flowing gown. She walked over to my side of the bed, more like glided. She put her hand on my shoulder, and smiled. Then poof, the dots scattered.

My dad got woken up by a call 20 minutes later that his mom had passed. Hand to God.

I take solace from this experience when things look bleak. This isn't the end. We are eternal. And we will most definitely see each other again.
 
Dboybudz

Dboybudz

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cannabiscrusader said:
Mine are all getting a squeeze from stickygreen! I got a quick story for you. When I was 5, I was taking a nap with my dad because he worked nights. He'd drop my mom off at work and then try to sleep. I was always wide awake waiting for him to nod off so I could go out in the living room and watch cartoons. This day, I'm laying there waiting for pops to start snoring. I remember it perfectly. It was very dark, even though it was daytime. The air conditioner was running in the winow, and he had his arm over me. That was his "little bastard snuck out" alarm. He rolled over, so I was free. I started to slink out of the covers when by the bedroom door, all the little dots of color you see in the pitch dark started to come together. They formed my grandmother. She was smiling, and dressed in a white flowing gown. She walked over to my side of the bed, more like glided. She put her hand on my shoulder, and smiled. Then poof, the dots scattered.

My dad got woken up by a call 20 minutes later that his mom had passed. Hand to God.

I take solace from this experience when things look bleak. This isn't the end. We are eternal. And we will most definitely see each other again.
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This happens in my family,my grandmother saw her mother,and told my mother what she saw. Also happened to my mom with her mother my grandmother. Just appeared like you said then went away. I'm not into a organized religion like going to church every Sunday but am spiritual. I did say a prayer for a great member here that hope he's doing well. That's just me I don't a problem with anybody's religion beliefs or don't have any. Even if @Jeffislovinlife doesn't either hope your ok bud.
 
Stiickygreen

Stiickygreen

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cannabiscrusader said:
Mine are all getting a squeeze from stickygreen! I got a quick story for you. When I was 5, I was taking a nap with my dad because he worked nights. He'd drop my mom off at work and then try to sleep. I was always wide awake waiting for him to nod off so I could go out in the living room and watch cartoons. This day, I'm laying there waiting for pops to start snoring. I remember it perfectly. It was very dark, even though it was daytime. The air conditioner was running in the winow, and he had his arm over me. That was his "little bastard snuck out" alarm. He rolled over, so I was free. I started to slink out of the covers when by the bedroom door, all the little dots of color you see in the pitch dark started to come together. They formed my grandmother. She was smiling, and dressed in a white flowing gown. She walked over to my side of the bed, more like glided. She put her hand on my shoulder, and smiled. Then poof, the dots scattered.

My dad got woken up by a call 20 minutes later that his mom had passed. Hand to God.

I take solace from this experience when things look bleak. This isn't the end. We are eternal. And we will most definitely see each other again.
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I can't be brief here either....

Thanks for sharing that @cannabiscrusader . The hugs made me smile.

The topic of death tends to clear rooms/send folks scurrying hard. It's something many just don't know how to approach/deal with. I was that way too. I now look back at how I just didn't know how debilitating such an event can be and how I lacked the skills to both cope...and comfort. Still do. We are all so different in our grief. No right. No wrong. You just get your turn without fail.

The only good thing that came from it...I suppose...is more of a full circle vision of life rather than a flat panel screen like many see (or a mirror).
There are no coincidences.

I wish I believed that we'd see each other again...but it was all so special that I've come to a place where I can only be glad that we were able to share a special space and time...and nothing more. We weren't here before we were born....so I'm not expecting to be anywhere after I die but forgotten. YMMV...and I fully respect that folks. I believed the same stuff before he left...but I heard no return voice even after a peircing scream at the sky....and felt no comfort...so I now walk alone. If there is a God we will certainly "talk"....but if he says "yer going to Hell for not believing"...I can then laugh and say "Yer too late...been there..lived that" No fear. Again...respect to all who see it differently.
 
cannabiscrusader

cannabiscrusader

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Stiickygreen said:
I can't be brief here either....

Thanks for sharing that @cannabiscrusader . The hugs made me smile.

The topic of death tends to clear rooms/send folks scurrying hard. It's something many just don't know how to approach/deal with. I was that way too. I now look back at how I just didn't know how debilitating such an event can be and how I lacked the skills to both cope...and comfort. Still do. We are all so different in our grief. No right. No wrong. You just get your turn without fail.

The only good thing that came from it...I suppose...is more of a full circle vision of life rather than a flat panel screen like many see (or a mirror).
There are no coincidences.

I wish I believed that we'd see each other again...but it was all so special that I've come to a place where I can only be glad that we were able to share a special space and time...and nothing more. We weren't here before we were born....so I'm not expecting to be anywhere after I die but forgotten. YMMV...and I fully respect that folks. I believed the same stuff before he left...but I heard no return voice even after a peircing scream at the sky....and felt no comfort...so I now walk alone. If there is a God we will certainly "talk"....but if he says "yer going to Hell for not believing"...I can then laugh and say "Yer too late...been there..lived that" No fear. Again...respect to all who see it differently.
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We definitely each get our turn. I've been ridiculed for the way I grieve. But I grew up with 2 terminally I'll parents, and I have 1 uncle left out of 8. I personally backfilled every grave but 1. You know why John. Showing up high and drunk in cargo shorts with a shovel was frowned upon. My dad would have smiled, fuck them

It pissed them off so much I made it a tradition
 
Stiickygreen

Stiickygreen

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One thing is a constant with death/grief. If your relationships are strained before the event...chances are they may not survive the event.

Get right with people now, folks. Swallow your pride. Smoothe the path. It's a hard enough walk without the added BS....and by doing so..you will know who will walk with you...not ahead of you wondering why you can't get your fuckin shit together.
 
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