Can You Help Me?

I am hoping someone passing by here will be able to give me some advice on how to add my blog to the web site so that it can be accessible to the Internet.
Could you please post advice.
Thanks kindly...0:) and remember, "a smile costs nothing but gives everything."
Glady

I'm Back! Thank You Dawn & Pastor Rogers

In

Memory

of

my Dad

March 17 th. 1919-June 25 th. 1970

Peter Harvey Wheeler

I only had my Dad for 16 years. A lot of those years were filled with heart ache because he had a drinking problem. His Father was overseas at war while my Grandmother was in her nineth month of pregnancy with my Dad. Grandpa Wytnick died overseas and my Grandmother's heart died with him. They were so in love. They also had a daughter whom I am named after. Charlie was a friend of my Grandpa Wytnick and he married my Grandmother because she couldn't be on her own with 2 small children. The marriage was okay but then she began having his babies and he took a dislke toward my Dad.

Polio struck my Dad when he was nine years old and his step-dad used to horse-whip my Dad because he was sluggish and not keeping up to his chores. Dad grew up a pretty bitter man. Now he had 2 sisters and 3 brothers. Dad left home and sought a living at sawmills and other odd jobs and then he met my Mother and they married.

Mom & Dad had three girls, my sister Doreen (10 yrs old) and Linda (9 yrs. old). I was 2 years old and do not remember anything. My sister fell ill with a brain tumor and died. This tragedy threw my parents into a tailspin of pain and sorrow. My first memory was at five-years-old when my Dad was very inebreated and he got me out of bed and sat me on the table in front of him and he would look at me and cry, "DOREEN! WHY DID YOU HAVE TO DIE!" I resembled Doreen and he would torture himself during these times. I thought I had done something to Doreen, (whoever she was), and I turned to self anger over the years.

Our life was a mixture of ups and downs...mostly downs. Mom & Dad had three more children after me. They were all boys. Dad seemed to break inside. Mom was angry. She always kept her grief inside her and steamed off in anger when she was drinking. Other than that, she was quiet, very quiet.

My parents had been through so much. My Mom was the oldest daughter of 15 children and a lot was left on her shoulders. In those days you didn't seek help. It was a shame to even think of seeing a Dr. for grief.

My 16 th. birthday was 16 days away. This one afternoon, my Dad stopped by for a visit with me. (Mom and Dad had been separated for about 3 months). Mom walked into the room and they began to fight again...AGAIN! I was so tired of it. I was so sick of it. I loved them deeply and had always tried to get between them and make them happy so that they wouldn't fight. Sometimes it worked...sometimes it didn't.

I got between them and pushed them apart. I could feel my head swirling from the anger & frustration! Dad said

"You're on her side now! You wouldn't care if I killed myself!"

And I screamed out four words that haunted me for 27 years,

"You're not man enough!"

Dad drove into a bridge abutment that night and died the next morning at 6:00 am.

He had struggled all of his life. I often wonder, 'what would it have been like if he had not been horse-whipped'.

(my dad is 9 months old in this pic)

Once, me & my cousin, Marie, locked Dad in the little shed where he kept tools. He didn't say anything for the longest time and then out of this tiny little hole came a little old fashioned oil can...the one that is really little with a long spout on it for working on cars. Anyway, we finally set him free and we all laughed until we almost burst. It was a fond memory for me to see my Dad smile. When he smiled his sky blue eyes sparkled like crystal blue. He was a beautiful man. He was a St. Patrick's Day baby.

I am at peace now, Dad, knowing that you are yet once again celebrating another birthday in Heaven.

"Happy Birthday Dad"

your

loving daughter

Glady

Spring Has Sprung, The Grass Has Riz...

...and I feel like dancing!

Hello everyone! It has been a while since my last entry. A lot has been going on in my life that I am sure you don't want to hear about. Tell me please, is this blog boring to you? It would help me if you would comment on this.

I just want to know if I am in this blog by myself

I just don't want to go any further until I know that it is worth it, okay.

Bye for now and may we meet again!

Glady

"Lonely Valentine Ends On A Happy Note"

"Happy Valentines Day"

I know that it is a little bit early but I am here now and I am not certain when I will be back on. Valentines Day to singles can be a very difficult time. Watching husbands and wives, boyfriends and girlfriends, get all cozied up for a dinner out or see a husband buying a dozen red roses and a wife picking out that perfect card that says "I love you" in a special way. How wonderful for them. I love seeing them while they rush about, but there is a dull ache for the empty home I will return to and empty it will be when I arise on Valentine's Day. My daughter is the most thoughtful person I know. She bought me some wonderful stickers for my card making and my favorite chocolate marshmallows and put them in a little heart gift bag. I was so grateful. She will forever be my "most favorite Valentine" for as long as I live. I am not boo-hooing because I do not have a husband, but I am just sharing with you that Valentines Day is a "reminder" to single people that they are single.

Kaylanna is doing better. She will be finished her last proton treatment Feb. 26th. and will be flying home March 03/08. Finally, it will be finished. Please pray that the cancer will NOT return. So far, the proton radiation is preventing growth of the tumor where as the Chemotherapy was shrinking the tumor. Blessed be our little ones. There are so many children suffering in this world. Sometimes at night, during my prayers, I become so overwhelmed with the thought of so many children who are suffering terribly, let alone the other peoples of the world. Oh gosh...my heart just breaks with it.

On a lighter note, I would like to share a story that I found among my pile of saved funnies. I do not know who wrote it but I laughed so hard that I couldn't even see the words!

A resident of San Diego, was visiting her in-laws, and while there she went to the supermarket to pick up some groceries. Several people noticed her sitting in her car with the windows rolled up and with her eyes closed, with both hands behind the back of her head.

One customer who had been in the store for a while became concerned and walked over to her car. He noticed that Linda's eyes were now open, and she looked very strange. He asked her if she was okay, and Linda replied that she'd been shot in the back of the head and had been holding her brains in for over an hour.

The man called the paramedics, who broke into her car because she refused to remove her hands from her head. When they finally got in, they found that Linda had a wad of bread dough on the back of her head!

A Pillsbury biscuit cannister had exploded from the heat, making a loud noise like a gunshot, and the wad of dough shot out of the cannister and hit her in the back of the head! When she reached back to find out what it was, she felt the dough and thought it was her brains. She initially passed out, but quickly recovered and tried to hold her brains in for over an hour until someone noticed and came to her aid.

"I don't know about you, but this story cracks me up every single time I read it...and I have read it at least a dozen times!"

Oh how I love to laugh! I guess that is why I like to write about the hysterically funny experiences that have happened in my life. Sometimes I become serious but not often. I must sign off for now.

Until next time...

laugh hard...laugh long!

"So Many Things"

Hello everyone,

I am feeling overwhelmed as to what to do with this blog because it doesn't seem to be getting anywhere. It is not getting a lot of hits and I just don't know what to do to bring the numbers up. All I wanted to do was to share things with you from poetry to heart-felt experiences that (hopefully) will touch you and/or inspire you in some area in your life.

I will pray on this and see where it will bring me. I have enjoyed writing but if no one is reading then what is the sense??? It was said to me a few months ago that "why should anyone be interested in what you write, because it is not like you are well known or anything?" Please comment.

Blessings,
Glady

Meeting Kaylanna

WOW!...meeting this little darling yesterday made my year! I didn't expect her to be so petite and her voice is what you expect in "little girls voices", a little high and angelic. She allowed me to hug her and then she handed ME a gift! Imagine that...she has all of this battle of cancer behind her that she has endured and yet 8 more weeks left to be fed radiation through a tube that has been inserted into her tiny little chest. It is amazing how she and her Mommy & Granma have come through all of this so strongly and positively. I am in awe of her. God has a purpose for this little one. Many may be angry at God for allowing this to happen but God does not create illness in those He loves...but, He will use it to help others. He is with Kaylanna, I recognized Him in her eyes.

After we were well on our way of getting to know each other, Kaylanna pulled up her shirt to show me her "shunt" that is inserted just under her skin. "Touch it", she said in her teeny voice. It was hard and looked square. She then explained the shunt to me.

"See, they give me a poke in there and then it goes all the way up my neck and in my heart" She traced the hard tube with her baby pure fingers and there was not one hint of fear or anxiety. I choked back a sob. The lump in my throat was painful. If only I had even a thumbfull of all of the courage she has, I would be a better person for it.

Kaylanna, her Mommy Miran, and Granma Patty, are leaving Dec.29th. to Boston for a two month stay for radiation treatment. Her little bald head is just growing back now. It felt a bit rough as I gently ran my hand over it. I quickly asked God to be with her every moment, every day, every night. Please join me in praying that she will not endure any pain or nausea while receiving this foreign substance into her little body. Her tumor has shrunk 80% but we are claiming a miracle! Yes...a miracle. Her story will be heard by many and it will give those who are afraid, courage. Those who are weak, strong. And those who want to give up...hope.

Please, if you need encouragement today, visit Kaylanna's Face Book Group under "cutie Kaylanna".

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