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My Year in Photography and Art

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A few snapshots of my year in pictures and art. It’s been a trying year with health issues, near deaths and actual deaths with the loss of my brother in April and my nephew Christmas eve.

But trying times challenge us and I choose to become stronger, for the best way to honor those who’ve gone before us is to stay strong and enjoy those who are still here.

There were some highlights as well. A friend published her poetry book, my husband survived his illness, and after a scare, it was determined I was cancer free and I started my novel.

True friends showed themselves and strangers heaped blessings on my husband and I in ways we couldn’t imagine.

As for 2015, life will throw its usual lemons, but I know I have friends to help me make lemonade! And I will be publishing this year.

Have a blessed…

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Someone

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You were someone’s son, someone’s brother, someone’s nephew, someone’s cousin, someone’s friend.
You were not just a tragedy waiting to happen.
You were not a wasted life.
You are not the addiction that killed you.
You are not the body so carelessly dumped for someone to find.

You were funny, you were serious, you were handy, you were willing to help when you could. You were caring,
You were troubled, you were at war with your demons.

You were hurting and hid it well.

We are hurting for having lost you.
We can’t turn back the clock to warn you that this time would be the last.

We can remember and love you.
We can rejoice knowing you are in HIS love.

You are someone’s son, someone’s brother, someone’s nephew, someone’s cousin, someone’s friend.

You are finally at peace.

Rest in love.

Jeff Bigham 12/24/2014

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The Invitation

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I open the door a crack and see you on the other side.
I am waiting for you, he says, to step through.
The choice is mine to walk into lightness of being, or weighed down with relics of the past.
There is a comfort in what was, familiarity in pain.
You open the door farther letting more light slip through, bathing me in purity, drenching me in airiness.
How can I not accept your invitation and step through to you.

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