My son is a true angel!

I got a call from my daughter last night, almost around midnight. She asked if I saw her text.
One of the staff at the restaurant both of my kids had worked at, that David and I frequent, has a son a bit younger than Joey was. His name is Jayden.

Jayden was on his dirtbike and got hit by a van the other day. He was life-starred to the hospital. When he got there the only things on him were his phone, his vape, and Joey’s necklace. I didn’t know he had it. A friend of Joey’s said Jayden never stopped wearing it. Joey must have been there because Jayden is broken but he is going to be okay. It is a true miracle. I hope Jayden makes a full recovery quickly.

My son was a good person, this was proof to his legacy.

From my desk: 11/23/2020

Christine Bialczak, 2020

Today is the day that I married Bob, 24 years ago. He isn’t here to celebrate this anniversary but I know he is with me. I also believe that he sent David for me, to love me and take care of me like he did, since he is gone. A bittersweet memory of such a beautiful day.

On our Anniversary

Separated my suns, moons, and seas
Forever bonded by love and memories
Love will always be in my heart
For our time together

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

I am thankful for what I have been given, then, now, and always….

Happy 21st Heavenly Birthday, Joey!

Today my son should be here to celebrate his 21st birthday with his mom and sister. Joey was the smartest boy and had a bright future ahead of him. He is missed by so many people.

My heart breaks…every single day that you are gone.

November 10, 2020

November 6, 2020

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Gratitude

I have so many things to be thankful and grateful for.

I am very grateful to my family and friends who understand that this time of year, a few days before Joey’s Heavenly birthday, that this time of year is so very hard.

I have experienced so much loss, as many people do. I lost my last grandparent sometime around ten years old. I lost my mother when I was 23. I lost four dogs, 2 cats, some guinea pigs, some chickens….That list could go on and on. I lost my husband in 2018. I lost my son in 2019. I lost one of my closest friends last month.

I have also experienced so many joys like weddings, new babies, and wonderful holidays. Actually, a new baby came yesterday! If you didn’t see my post from yesterday, it was my mom’s 76th Heavenly Birthday. But, with the birth of Calvin Emilio! Congratulations Sarah and Kurtis!!

The hardest thing in my life that I have had to endure as of yet is losing my son. There are no words to explain.

But despite this pain, I have so many people who support me and show me how much I still have. I have friends who remember Joey that will talk to me about him. I have contact with a few of his closest friends. So, today I am grateful for the people who love me and care about me.

©2020 CBialczak

Happy 76th Heavenly Birthday, Mom!

Wanda Maria Urban Guddo

My mom’s story:

We came to the United States in August of 1950 by ship and by no means a luxury liner. Mom said they had horrible sleeping quarters consisting of bunk beds 3 and 4 high. Children and families were sick both from the heat, horrible food, and general conditions. I was 6, Regina was 4, and Lenny was 10. We were originally supposed to go to Australia as the U.S. was only taking families of four. At the D.P. (displaced persons) camp in Germany there were befriended by an Army Chaplain because I had to be baptized. Somehow he, Dan Carey, was able to get his family to sponsor our entrance into the U.S., find my father a job, get us an apartment in Manhattan and the schools. They did a story in the Daily News about our family coming over.

Regina was born in Germany in 1946, Lenny was born in Latvia and I was born in Latvia also. Both my mother and father were from Poland but worked and lived in Latvia. My mother had three sisters and her father died when she was young. They lived on a farm growing many vegetables and preserving meat for the winter. My father had two brothers. Actually, they were half brothers because his father died and his mother remarried. Both his brothers were younger, one named Rosco who also came to the U.S. and the youngest named Leonard who they didn’t find after World War II. He worked for the railroad there. My father’s real father was Russian but later his mother married a Polish man. My mother’s maiden name was Nezbert and she didn’t know where they were after the war or if there were even alive. My father’s parents were taken to the concentration camps during the war, he was able to determine, but never did see them before that.

Before the war my father made and sold picture frames made of metal. We have several old pictures in the family album showing some of the items. Polish eagles which he engraved and other metal objects. My mother worked in a restaurant, sewed our clothes, knit sweaters, and from some of the pictures they seemed to make due.

I miss you so much! Love you forever!

Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – “Ghostly” – October 19, 2020

https://amanpan.com/2020/10/19/eugis-weekly-prompt-ghostly-october-19-2020-%f0%9f%91%bb/

First I want to “reblog” a poem I read today that I thought was phenomenal. I wanted to do a true reblog but I just don’t like how reblogs come out looking like my writing. Anyhow, check this out: Farrago Express https://farragoexpress.wordpress.com/2020/10/20/links-in-the-chain/ The title is Links in the Chain.

So now for my contribution:

Living Hell

From out of the shadows there come the souls 

Of the children who have been lost in life 

They seek out peace and a comforting world 

Where, for them, there is no longer strife. 

What has taken them you may ask? 

Indeed, I wish I could tell. 

To lose a little one, any which way 

Is to a parent, a living hell.  

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

How do you say goodbye?

Written to, and for, a very good friend. I love you.

How do you say goodbye?
Do you think about the after?
Do you talk about the past?

How do you say goodbye?
Do you think about what you still need to do?
Do you talk to people who you haven’t talked to in years?

How do you say goodbye?
Do you think of your loved ones?
Do you talk to those closest to you?

How do you say goodbye?
Do you try to do as much as possible?
Do you talk about the things you wish you’d done?

How do you say goodbye?
Do you think of the fun things?
Do you talk about all the things you’ve done?

How do you say goodbye?
Do you think of all you’ve been through?
Do you talk about your struggles?

How do you say goodbye?
Do you laugh at the memories?
Do you cry at the undone?

How do you say goodbye?
Do you promise to always be there?
Do you promise to always remember?

How do you say goodbye?
I really wish someone would tell me.

©2020 CBialczak Poetry