Monday, April 6, 2015

Bragging Rights

Antony Youseff Ahmed 
I've always said, I was proudest of my 1st born son, and I still say it. 

Antony has always been my rock. Through good times and bad. He's always been the closest to me, out of all my children. 

I don't know why, but I can guess it has a lot to do with everything he has been through, and everything we both went through. 

He's stayed focused in school, highschool, and now college. He has a full credit load at the University of Washington, and he works full time. 

In his spare time, and there is not a lot of that, he takes private dance classes, that he pays for himself. 

My son is amazing. He's driven. He knows what he wants and he goes after it. 

One of the things that I have recently been proud of, has been his dance. For the last 2 years, he has taken private lessons. He's good. I've watched him. 

I used to dance, and I like to say that Antony got a little of this from me. It was always my love. My passion. Dancing. And now my son is dancing. 

The team he is with, are selling t-shirts. They are also selling thier story. You can find it here, and this web addresss

My son's photo is also used on the landing page, and when you click to pre order, you can click the 4th picture and that is also my son. 

I am SO proud of him!!! 

I wish him all the success in the world. He deserves it. Not just because of his hard work, but because he's good, and working on being great. (although I already think he is, great that is) 

This kid is my heart, I would do anything in my power for him. 

I love you Antony Ahmed. 

Wednesday, April 1, 2015

The Windchime

I sit with my back to them.  Silent.  No wind, no thoughts... 

and then, I hear it, a tune... soft, notes, drifting on the air.... 

It's barely there, but I catch it, as I turn, I see the slight breeze

the chimes are moving, in a distinct patteren... odd I think..

it's a melody; unlike anything I have ever seen, or  heard from a windchime...

It's not chaotic, the way you would exspect it to be with the wind. 

It becomes quiet again,  I watch the chimes sway,  but not making a sound...

I contemplate what I heard;  my mind drifting....dreaming,  thoughts of Bobby fliting by...

I focus on  Bobby then.... he's been here once, last summer, he knew I lived here long ago...

We came to visit.  He told me we should live here again, he liked it. The order, and calmness ....

He knows I am here now, he's letting me know through the chimes. 

He's playing a song to comfort me. 

Three times now when I have gone to sit outside, I have heard the same notes. 

playing lightly in the breeze... almost saying, you are fine now, you will be fine now..

I am here...I am here...I am here with you... 

I've always loved windchimes;  more now,  when I here the same pattern,  the same notes

I know it is Bobby with me,  watching over me.... playing his song for me.