Monthly Archives: August 2012

Mistiness, something out of the corner of the eye… there was a feeling in the air, a presence, a hint of sound.

In the ethereal world, the ghostly companion continued, “Lyle, being clear is essential to making yourself known.”

Lyle was worried, “We might scare them. I was scared of ghosts when I was with them.”

“If you’re clear, they’ll see you for who you were.”

Lyle tried again. His presence grew clear. His parents were startled at first but stood with tears in their eyes.

“Mumma, poppa, I’m okay. Nana is here with me. I love you both.”

His presence faded. His love remained.

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Daaaarliiing!

I know it’s your birthday. How many? (I thought you were much older.) I think you need a new outlook on life and a new outfit to go with it.

This was me my last birthday. No one took notice of the years, they spent too much time staring at my new look so, if you’re worried about the years, throw on a wig of any bright colour you want, add some non-matching sunnies, add some gaudy bling and, if they still aren’t impressed, poke out your tongue and tell them they should look so good at your age.

This is the prompt photo from the 100WCGU site.

Legacy… most of us know the word. It’s a bequest, or gift or a consequence. For me, there’s a deeper meaning. Legacy was there when my family needed them.

Born from an idea of General Sir John Gellibrand after the end of WWI, he felt colleagues in business were not doing enough to help returned men. As the idea grew, it developed into what it is today. Legacy supports families of deceased or incapacitated servicemen.

For my brothers, 15 and 7, and myself, 12, the loss of our father was tragic yet Australia’s Legacy was there to help us.

http://www.legacy.com.au/

The Legacy Logo: I hope they don’t object to it’s use here.

I met a family with five daughters. Each day, mother arrived followed, in line, by the eldest to youngest daughter. I smiled as I thought of images from the “Madeline” books and the little girls who walked in straight lines

One day, the daughter in my class shared the news she was going to have a baby brother.

“I love children,” mother explained, “but I didn’t have a son.”

I smiled, “You have a beautiful family.”

She laughed, “My husband asked if I was happy now… but it would be nice if he had a little brother to play with. Would seven prove to be too much?”

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One bright candle lights the darkness… Another flickers to life followed by another. As the numbers grow, the glow lights a myriad of young faces.

One voice, then another as the chorus begins. Parents look on in awe, never before seeing the beauty of their children in such a way. Some shed tears… but not of sadness, of joy.

The sound of a hundred young voices fills the air, building to a crescendo. As the voices grow softer, one by one flames are snuffed until one remains.

There is silence.

Together the flames brought light to the dark. Together, their voices brought joy.

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