another day

when I think of you it gets hard to breath... the silence from your room is deafening...the light shines dark...the sadness is so engulfing...so large...so forever...there really are no words for this loss...just tears.... I have been going through the motions of life. Some days are harder than others. Not a minute goes by that I don't think about Jed. About what he brought to my life. How brave he was. How he always cared about other people. While in the hospital he would worry about the other child's parents. Especially when one of the children would pass away. He would say how sad the parents will be. He has such wisdom when it comes to that particular event. I will be seeing my son David ,in a little over a week. I will get to see my granddaughters too. Life goes on. I'm posting some random pictures of Philly. One is of a house that is all mosaic art. The guy who owned it was an artist. It is way to busy, even for me, who likes every inch of my cave covered with stuff.(Posters,Pictures,flags,signs and things. One of the other pictures is of a mural painted on the outside wall of a building in Philly. The city hired graffiti artist to paint the mural instead of graffiti. Philadelphia has more murals, than any other city in Pennsylvania. It's pretty cool. The other pictures are just different things. I think one is of the outside of our house. Kristin did all of the planting. I do all of the grass cutting and watering of the plants. That is about it for now. Love your children.

What a difference a few months make. The pictures of the snow are from last winter. It was just crazy. So much snow. I would dig the cars out one day, and then a couple of days later, I would do it again. From then to now. What a difference. It has been so hot at work, it's just stifling. Someone came up with the idea that if the windows are kept closed it will stay cooler inside the building than outside the building. So for the last month the windows have been closed and it has been just unbearable. I tried to explain to whoever would listen, that they , whoever they is, are right, maybe, it won't get any cooler by opening the windows, but you can at least breath air that is circulating from the outside, instead of breathing sweaty, factory ass air. The windows are still closed. Aye ca'rumba... Enough of work. I don't think I will be there much longer anyway. They are getting ready to layoff another 300 or so by the end of the year. Oh yea, I almost forgot, they are having a job fair to hire casual workers to replace the workers that they are laying off (firing). Very confusing. Something I couldn't understand because I am not smart enough. I will write more about "the company" after I loose my job. The other pictures I posted are of my son David James Slatton Jung. He is thirty years old. In the pictures he is about one. He is an awesome artist. I will be visiting him in a couple of weeks. I will be flying out at the end of the month. California here I come. I always like going to California to see my other family. Mom, Son, grandchildren, sister and so on. I am very fortunate that my son has such a great family on Susan's side. Susan is Davids mother and my, for lack of a better word, Ex wife. She is a good friend. I am pretty excited about going to California, I just wish Kristin and Savannah were coming with me. They both have school... Darn it. I will miss them that week. I miss them when I go to work. Talk about missing people. Jed I miss you and love you so much. I wish that I could say that the days get easier and the missing you gets less, but it does not. That feeling that something or some part of you is gone, I don't have the words to describe it. My only relief is knowing that you are not in any pain and that you are alright. We will all be there someday(hopefully). Jed, take care of Iysis. Another beautiful child that will be missed. That is all for now...Yep I'm still here.

Dancer

we have smart bombs
that cost a million or more
smart cars that park themselves
then open a door
we have sent people to the moon
and been to the ocean floor
we build giant buildings
and then call them stores
we have bailed out wall street
the banks and business galore
the spending's insane
always more, more, more
we have spent trillions of dollars
that is for sure
and with all we have spent
there is still no cure
so until we can cure, childhood cancer
my child will be
a "Penn State Dancer"

a poem by me.

Eastern state penitentiary

The pictures are from Eastern State Penitentiary in Philly. Kristin and I visited there the day after seeing Tom Petty at the Wicovia center. Great show and interesting Jail. I didn't think I would ever say that. The statue is the famous Rocky statue. It is at the foot of the museum. Philadelphia is an awesome city. It has a lot of great places to go and check out. The pictures of the fireworks are from the Red Lion school on the forth of July. I took them from the front of our house standing in the street. I am still here.

I wish I was a fish.