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Comment by dream moon JO B on June 5, 2012 at 11:19am

 i no wot u mean abot pets storyas sum of them try to behave like human beans the cat we hav now wen my mum tells off for clicking the carpet or furnishershe wood go crying to my dad or me now she comes crying to me as much to say i didnt mean it i wont do it agane it woz like me wen i woz akid my dad wood say to me u shud of bean born a lad i woz allways climbing or skate bording never liket any thng girlie only fancying lads wen i woz a teanager

Comment by Storyas Fawnfeather on June 4, 2012 at 8:07pm

jb - what great stories about the cat and your dad.  It seems like the cat is starting to accept you as his new buddy, and maybe that is your dad guiding him to do that since they were so close.  My dad had a cat who was a cat dog and who used to play fetch with him, but I think I told you that story before.  I have to tell you another story.  My dad ate fried chicken almost every day for lunch - and he'd share it with his dog.  He'd take a bite and then lay a bite on his knee for the dog to eat.  And, his whole meal would go that way - a bite for you and a bite for me.  His dog was so spoiled, but good spoiled.  Well, I started taking care of my dad, and sometimes I was exhausted and the dog would get on my nerves.  One day I was mopping the floor and she kept running across the floor and tracking it up, so I snapped at her and said, "Lassie, quit getting under foot."  She ran to my dad and hid behind his legs (I always made him sit in his chair when I was mopping cuz I was afraid he'd slip and fall).  He sat there and petted her and said, "It's okay, honey.  You don't have to listen to that mean ol' lady."  And, my dad would laugh, cuz he didn't really think I was a mean ol' lady.  So, after that, every time I'd tell her to do anything even if it was just sit, she'd run behind my dad's legs and hid and he'd pet her and say, "It's okay, honey.  You don't have to listen to that mean ol' lady."  And, he thought it was so funny.  He told that story about his dog doing that to every nurse he worked with.  He thought it was so funny, and it was, but not at the time I was trying to get the dog to behave.

Comment by dream moon JO B on June 4, 2012 at 3:54pm

our cat woz hiding in a bag waiting for sum 1 to pick up so she cud grab she used to do it to my dad wen he woz alive he wud say u litel buger u giv me a shok thn start playing with her or she wood clout him threw the stairs if he woz going past thn agan she clouts any 1 going past the stairs but it woz all ways him she cloued my dad used to say we hav never had a normal cat this 1 we hav now follows u like a dog he used to say if he went to the tollit she wood wait out side or follow him in side to sea wot he woz doing

Comment by dream moon JO B on June 3, 2012 at 9:40am

no i dont mind storyas it least witing leters on ballons u can tell them how u feal

Comment by Storyas Fawnfeather on June 3, 2012 at 7:14am

Your balloon idea is a great idea.  I'm gonna do that for my mom and dad if you don't mind me stealing your idea.  I'd like to write them a letter and send it up to heaven in a balloon.  Please do let me know if it pops again next time for you.  I had a dream right after my mom died where she came to me and told me she was feeling much better now.  She knew I'd be worried about that since she was so sick when she died, so I believe she really did come to reassure me.  I believe your dad came to you in a dream too.

Comment by dream moon JO B on June 3, 2012 at 3:48am

i no wot u mean storyas abot serten foods u ate with yore dad even sweets iv never bean able to eat akit kat mars bar or connetos even bannas and apples i cant it the minit all im eating is tosties with mint sarse in i can oly manage harf then im full i no tht dream woz strange i had and upseting mum didnt help i just wish he cud com to my mam in her dreams it only happent 1s with me then the next day the leter on the ballons tht popet trice the 2 1 in the air wenwe put flowers on my grand parents grave nxt tim i go up ill wite my dad another leter on sum ballons and sea if it happens agane all i do is blow up the ballon wite the leter then let it doon thn wen i go up i blow up tie up and let thm go i all ways up i get a anser well i did on fryday

Comment by Storyas Fawnfeather on June 2, 2012 at 4:25pm

I'm sure your intentions were good in telling your mum about the dream - maybe you thought it would make her feel better.  We can never predict how someone will take what we tell them, especially when they are grieving.  Maybe she got upset now but maybe in a couple of days when she's had time to think about it it will make her feel better.  I miss that my dad used to make baked apples with brown sugar on them.  They were good.  Sometimes he'd use pears instead of apples.  We used to eat those all the time when I was still caring for him at home.  They were good.  I can't eat them now, because we ate them together so often they make me think of him too much and I start crying and almost choke on them.  I'll probably never eat them again unless I eat them with him in the next life.

Comment by dream moon JO B on June 2, 2012 at 4:08pm

i miss my dads cooking he cud fry a egg with out burning it or busting the yok he woz gud at cooking pototos and other thngs wer iv dun it wood be harf cooket or cremated he cud cook chunky chips like my nan his mum she woz famers in the family for her huge chunky chips even my mum says she misis sum of his cooking she says he cud cook sum thngs beter thn she cud all i got told stick wif the art

Comment by dream moon JO B on May 31, 2012 at 9:01am

i had a dream abot my dad storyas he said he miss us all i tryed to tell mum abot it but i upset her i dindt mean to it made me feal bad

Comment by Storyas Fawnfeather on May 30, 2012 at 7:20pm

jb - sometimes I think the good people go so soon because they are just to spiritual and heavenly for this world and thus they can't stand to be here any longer cuz of all the meanness in some other people and the greed and corruption and stuff.  That kind of stuff just really hurts really spiritual people.  They carry it in their hearts and it weighs them down.  It's like that lady in that movie about the bees - The Secret Life of Bees I think it was called.  The one sister was so sensitive that everything hurt her heart, so she had to build a wall and put notes in it of things that hurt her so she could leave the hurt in the wall.  But, it still got to be too much for her, so she left this world early.  As rough as my dad's edges could be because of his child abuse, he felt deeply.  He would get so hurt if he saw anything else hurt.  He was always saving stray animals and hurt wild animals and he was always giving kids in the neighborhood presents from his flea market stand for free.  This world just weighs heavy on the hearts of sensitive people.  As for the monkeys, I saw this documentary once where a lady worked with monkeys and talked with them with sign language - or maybe it was apes.  Well, one of the apes had a baby who died, and the ape grieved so hard.  Then, the lady who worked with them missed a few days of work due to a miscarriage.  She was there very single day, so the ape was mad at her for not coming.  She went up to the ape and signed, "My baby died."  The ape then stopped being mad, made it's fingers go down it's face from it's eyes like tears and signed, "Sad."  Then, the ape gave her a hug.  They feel so much.  I'll see if I can find that documentary, so I can give you the name of it.  It was so beautiful and sad at the same time.

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