A Rose For Becky

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The Sunday before Thanksgiving, my aunt Becky passed away. She was the fourth of five daughters. She was a Michigan fan. She loved M&Ms and Mountain Dew and Arby’s. She had Down Syndrome. The funeral hall was packed.

I sat in the second row, behind my parents and other aunts and uncles, and listened as people shared with us their memories of Becky. They listed the amazing ways she had impacted their lives. She was joyful, playful, and ticklish. She loved Jesus. She lived by a schedule. She watched Knight Rider and The Waltons. She loved to scrapbook and put stickers on her closet door. And she had a bulletin board with photos of all her favorite people.

My aunt Becky had Down Syndrome, but her medical chart isn’t what everyone at the funeral remembered about her. They remembered how she lived: with a constant passion for the things and people that she loved.

“People are people…” ~Dr. Suess

Luna

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The moon was beautiful that afternoon.

It rose early to watch the birds dance through the dimly lit sky,

And danced itself across the trees,

Peeking between the branches at me below.

I raised my camera to my face to capture its beauty

And the moon blushed and tried to ignore me,

Focusing instead on the birds as they flew past once more.

Pumpkinlock

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My boyfriend had the great idea of painting pumpkins instead of carving them! It’s quite a bit less messy, and if you’re more skilled with a brush than a knife it can be more satisfying too. And supposedly since the pumpkin isn’t cut open, it will last longer. So decorating my front porch this year is Benedict Cumberbatch as Sherlock from the BBC television series!

And since I’m discussing Sherlock, I’d like to share with you a waka haiku I recently wrote for my folklore class:

Sherlock.

Silence and nightmares

Who’d want me for a flatmate?

A woman in pink

Suddenly we are best friends

One more thing, just don’t be dead.