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Rest in Peace, part 3 (Final)
We ran into my grandfather’s room, to throw ourselves on his dead body and beg his forgiveness for not believing that he was going to leave us.
He was sitting up poking at bowl of yellow jell-O. “Man, I hate Jell-O, could we go home and get some ice cream?” He asked with a cat eating shit grin on his face. He looked healthy, not discolored from lack of oxygen face. He looked wonderful and full of life.
The doctor explained that the progression of the emphysema was gone and that he was back to having three quarter breathing capacity in one of his lungs. “He can’t live forever like that but today is not the day he is going to die” he smiled.
“Are you sure” I snapped, I wasn’t going through this again. He said that my grandfather had got better hours ago, but they wanted to run tests before they said anything.
“The angel of death” as I like to call him, thanked my grandmother for changing his whole life and the way that he viewed medicine and science. Now, he now actually believed in miracles. So do we J
My grandfather lived for three more happy years. Every morning, he got up, looked out his bedroom window, sat my gram on his lap and sang along to his cardinal music box which played, Oh what a beautiful morning.
Harold Brady succumbed to pneumonia on Memorial Day 1993. Gloria Brady died from lung cancer November 6, 2010. True love like that is sure to live on.
“Rest in peace Part 2”
He tossed his hands up in the air and went and got another Doctor. They both explained to my grandmother, me and my mother that the disease had spread and there was no possible way he was going to live. My gram refused to go into to see my grandpa, because she didn’t want to look at him and give up.
This really upset the doctor. “You have been married for forty three years, you don’t want to say goodbye to your husband, because your book told you he was gonna live!”
The doctors took me and my mother on the side and told us we needed to talk some sense into her or she would regret it for the rest of her life. I told my mom right in front of the doctor about the scriptures gram had randomly opened up to.
And my mom said “If my mother believes he’s gonna survive, then he is gonna survive.”
He shuffled back to the ICU where my grandfather was.
Three hours had passed, before he emerged from my grandfather’s side. My heart sank, I still remember that feeling when the doctor came out of my grandfather’s room, he was crying.
We were wrong, he died and we didn’t say goodbye, because we were wrong.
To be continued tomorrow.
Gloria Brady “Rest in Peace”
Memorial Day is a great day to remember my grandfather, Harold Brady, not only because he died on that day in 1993 in a V.A. Hospital. But because he was a war hero in World War 2 in the United States Air Force.
My grandfather, Harold Brady was a book binder in a mass book printing factory his whole life with no air conditioning, no fans, and windows. Not too mention two packs of camels per day. So in his fifites he was diagnosed with emphysema, it eventually got to the point that he had to retire early and wheel around a tank of oxygen.
My Grandmother Gloria Brady was a Christian Minister with her own Church, Rhema Fellowship. She is a whole other story; she is a stunning woman that did many great things in her life. But one day of her life stands out to me the most.
My Grandpa’s emphysema continued to grow worse; he already had been down to three quarters of one lung that actually worked. One day he was rushed to the hospital unable to breathe on his own at all.
The Doctor took my Grandmother on the side and explained to her that this was it, this disease had taken its toll and he was only expected to live a few hours and we should say our goodbyes and cancel any plans we had for the day.
My Grandmother a very soft spoken, sweet woman screamed “NO” the doctor had a sympathetic look on his face and hugged my grandmother. “I am so sorry that is happening to you.”
She pushed him away with one hand and shouted “No” again. He said “I know you’ve been married a long time. I understand that this is hard to digest.”
My Gram called me over. She said this doctor doesn’t understand, your grandfather is not gonna die today. I read it in my bible. I don’t remember the scriptures she had showed me right now, but they actually said that we were gonna see a miracle.
To be continued tomorrow.
Just like the banner says when my novel is released I will give a portion all my profits to the Animal Welfare League.
MY First ever guest Blog Septemebr 30, 2010
On September 30, 2010, I (Keira Kroft) will be doing a guest blog on Desert Island Keepers, an awesome blog site. The blog will be in reguards to the starting of askapublishedauthor.org and what it can do for you! Check it out it’s uber cool! So many blog’s, so many hottie’s, so little time.
At last!
If you hadn’t guessed by all my subtle hints, my debut novel Glow in the Dark was picked up by decadent publishing and will be released very soon.
What’s the story about? I am so glad you asked 
Single mother, Corey Nolan lands a job at a downtrodden Chicago nightclub on the very same day she spills onto the local firehouse curb, meeting smokin hot firefighter, Jake Gilroy.
Jake is her one true love, he knows it and she knows it. But, Corey’s faithfulness to her deadbeat boyfriend Mark Norris stands in their way, until a series of diabolically masterminded events, orchestrated by an unknown psychopath sends Corey bolting into Jakes safe arms.
They barely have enough time to bask in their loving afterglow, when this heinous stalker amp’s up his game to deadly new heights. Corey then realizes she must emerge from her cocoon of deep-rooted fear and insecurity, risking everything to save her daughter’s life.
Story excerpt
“So tell me Jake, what do you do to wake up in the morning?” Corey asked, surmising from his massive frame that he didn’t have very many vices.
“So tell me Jake, what do you do to wake up in the morning?” Corey asked, surmising from his massive frame that he didn’t have very many vices.
“I have a protein shake and a banana. Then I workout and that gets me going for the day.” Jakes hands were folded as he leaned up against the rear wall of Corey’s room.
“Is there anything that I can get for you?” he asked wishing that he could lie next to her, enveloping her in his arms, letting her silky hair drape around him as he placed his lips gently on hers. He remembered her long locks smelled like peaches and her soft skin was redolent with fresh vanilla. He got a chance to hold her tight when they had danced the other night. It was the kind of experience a guy could get lost in.
Slithering into her bed and planting an unsolicited smooch on her would surely frighten her, sending her bolting into the arms of her less than worthy boyfriend. Even though he had never laid eyes on Mark, he knew by the way Corey talked about him that he was young, possibly as young as Corey was. A residuum of disappointment immersed him. He was nearly thirty. What would a young beautiful girl want with him?
Corey appraised the lines of self-doubt on his face. She couldn’t imagine why he appeared to be brooding. She just knew that those smoky, mysterious eyes casting a shadow over his complexion, was super hot.
You will be able to read the rest of the story, very soon at:
Who do you have to thank?
Who do you have to thank?
As a writer, now that your or when your career takes off, who do you have to thank? I mean sincerely, not just people you promised, whose egos you would puff up by placing their name and kind words inside your novel. I mean the real people that actually sacrifice themselves for your career.
My husband is number one. He always supports me and lets me take the time I need to write. He is also not afraid to tell me if I come up with and idea, that he deems, stoopid? LOL He also gives me the freedom to take his advice and most of the time he is right. But, don’t tell him that, Shhhhh
My daughter, yes our kids sacrifice themselves in their own way as well. In my daughters case it’s giving up time im’ing her boyfriend and believe me that’s a sacrifice for her!
My proofreader Jeanette, She had to read the first piece of crap I had ever written, God love her. She was wonderful, very objective and not afraid to tell me like it was.
Books and internet, I make it easy for people on my site to look up info and get answers, but I probably, just like you, had to take precious time away from writing to find those answers. By find, I mean climb mountains and swim through seas of bullcrap to find what I needed. It took hours, sometimes days.
Decadent publishing, for taking a chance on a newbie. Because everybody has to start somewhere, and without people that are willing to do that, we don’t stand a chance. They have been so wonderful to me, I don’t consider them a starting point, I consider them a home where I would love to reside as long as they will keep me.
Last, but not least my friends that simply just believed I could do it! Their trust and faith in me, made a believer out of my toughest critic, myself.
So tell me, who do you have to thank, really?
