Vera Myles
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Just a Mom, Grandma, and Great Grandma.
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THE ENDING OF AN ERA AND THE BEGINNING OF A NEW ONE
The gentle beacon that had begun to shine for myself could now illuminate a path shared with others, a constellation of women embarking on their own unique journeys, hand-in-hand, or perhaps, side-by-side, ready to explore the vast, uncharted territories of their own lives. The quiet was still there, but it was no longer an emptiness; it was the soft hum of possibility, a prelude to a grand, unfolding symphony.
By Vera Myles2 days ago in Fiction
THE ENDING OF AND ERA AND THE BEGINNING OF A NEW ONE
broad strokes of their lives, was now a blank canvas, waiting for my own hand to begin. The canvas stretched before me, vast and inviting, not with the trepidation of the unknown, but with the exhilarating promise of a fresh start. The phantom laughter of my children, once a haunting reminder of what was lost, now mingled with the hum of my own burgeoning aspirations, a harmonious echo of a life lived and a life yet to be claimed. The whispered question, "What do I do now?" had transformed, shedding its melancholic cloak to reveal a vibrant, eager inquiry. It was no longer about filling a void, but about discovering a universe within myself, a landscape I had long neglected.
By Vera Myles2 days ago in Fiction
THE ENDING OF AN ERA AND THE BEGINNING OF A NEW ONE
One by one they went into the night and I held my breath tight. Each of my ten children left one by one as they grew and it brought a new fear knowing I could no longer keep them safe. As they packed for college, new apartment, or gotten married, it was hard to let them go. Now, the house echoed with silence, a stark contrast to the lively chaos that once filled its halls. The toys were put away, the tiny shoes lined up no longer by the door. It was a different kind of quiet, one that settled deep in my bones, a melancholic hum of a life lived in abundance, now reduced to memories and the faint scent of phantom laughter.
By Vera Myles2 days ago in Fiction
MY CREW
our shared anxiety. Piggy, with her delicate frame and surprisingly bold spirit, navigated the established feline hierarchy with a surprising lack of fuss. Oliver and Miles, who had finally achieved a semblance of interspecies detente, seemed to regard her arrival with a weary acceptance, as if to say, "Another one? Fine." But Piggy, with her intelligent eyes and a persistent purr that could rival a motorboat, began to chip away at their reserves. She’d curl up near Oliver, not touching, just a soft presence, and he, in turn, would soften his gaze, his tail giving a less critical flick. Miles, ever the hesitant one, found himself drawn to her playful pounces, her innocent batting at dangling toys, a more engaging dynamic than his previous cautious interactions.
By Vera Myles3 days ago in Petlife
MY CREW
shared affection. "Welcome home, my boys," I murmured, my voice thick with emotion, as I watched you two navigate your burgeoning friendship. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the living room, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air, and for the first time in a long time, my heart felt truly, completely at ease. The journey from the ache of loss to this vibrant, hopeful present had been unexpected, profound, and undeniably beautiful, all thanks to the silent language of love spoken by these magnificent creatures who had found their way into my life.
By Vera Myles3 days ago in Petlife
MY CREW
He was pure effervescence, a tiny dynamo of happiness, his whole body a vibrating testament to the simple, unadulterated bliss of being alive. I could see him, a perfect counterpoint to your quiet strength, a splash of vibrant color in the tapestry of our lives. The decision was instantaneous, a deep, knowing certainty that settled in my soul. Brutus wasn't just another dog; he was the missing piece, the cheerful spark that would banish the lingering shadows of loneliness from both your world and mine. Our family, already expanded by your arrival, felt ready to embrace this new, boisterous addition.
By Vera Myles3 days ago in Petlife
THE CREW
Walking you out of the shelter, leash in hand, felt like stepping back into the light. You walked beside me with an innate grace, your strong frame a comforting presence. The world outside, so recently a muted landscape of sorrow, suddenly held a promise of shared adventures. The happiness in your eyes wasn't just for me; it was a reflection of the joy you were ready to bring into my life, a silent vow to fill the void, not by replacing Keva, but by forging a new path, a new story, together.
By Vera Myles3 days ago in Petlife
MY CREW
My service dog Keva died and my kids told me to go find another dog but my heart wasn't in it until I went to the shelter and our eyes met and you were big black with brown on the edges but I knew you were more than the shelter said. those big brown eyes and that happiness as we met. It wasn't just a flicker; it was a beacon. A warmth that seeped into the hollow space Keva had left behind. You wagged your tail, not with the anxious desperation of a dog eager to please, but with a confident, knowing joy, as if you'd been waiting for me all along. The volunteers kept calling you "Colin" a generic name for a dog who was anything but. I saw a soul in those eyes, a silent understanding that transcended the sterile environment of the shelter.
By Vera Myles3 days ago in Petlife
Tranquility of the heart and mind
The stillness that settled in the aftermath of your departure was not a void, but a canvas. Twenty-five years, woven with the vibrant threads of our shared existence, had painted a masterpiece. Now, with your colors no longer beside mine, I found a strange peace in the quiet hues that remained. It wasn't an absence of feeling, but a profound acceptance, a gentle hum beneath the surface of my being. The maker, in His infinite wisdom, had called you home, and though my heart ached with the echo of your laughter, it also resonated with the deep, abiding tranquility that your memory bestowed.
By Vera Myles4 days ago in Fiction
TRANQUILITY OF THE MIND AND HEART
The stillness that settled in the aftermath of your departure was not a void, but a canvas. Twenty-five years, woven with the vibrant threads of our shared existence, had painted a masterpiece. Now, with your colors no longer beside mine, I found a strange peace in the quiet hues that remained. It wasn't an absence of feeling, but a profound acceptance, a gentle hum beneath the surface of my being. The maker, in His infinite wisdom, had called you home, and though my heart ached with the echo of your laughter, it also resonated with the deep, abiding tranquility that your memory bestowed.
By Vera Myles13 days ago in Confessions
FAREWELL FOR NOW
As we travel down this path called life. We make cornerstones one of our largest cornerstones are our children and we make them the existence of everything we do and with one child's death we have a chip in our cornerstone and God being the cement of all cornerstones fills in that chip with the assurance that one day soon we will be with Him.
By Vera Myles20 days ago in Poets
A VAMPIRE'S LOVE
But it would walk beside me while I faced it. Elara left before dawn. There was no curse spoken, no dramatic farewell. Just a long look, heavy with all the lives we never got to live, and a whisper of “I hope you finally rest.” Then she turned toward the fragile sunrise, toward the ending she had always chosen. I watched until she was gone, and when the ache faded, I knew something important had changed.
By Vera Myles20 days ago in Fiction
