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Rachel has been getting a lot of enjoyment from poetry during her illness, and especially Roger McGough. I don't suppose many non Brits will have heard of him, but he has been around since the 60s. He was one of the famous Liverpool Poets, was in a band called The Scaffold with Paul McCartney's brother, and writes wonderfully punny poems. He's also great with kids' poetry. Anyhow, he's still a Liverpool lad, and Rachel's daughter Anna managed to get hold of him via email, and explain about Rachel's horrible situation.

He's sent her two poems, one of which we think might have been written for her, as we can't find any reference to it online. Even if it isn't written especially, it does have a real relevance to her current condition, and I confess, I've been bawling all morning since I read it. Not just the poem itself, but the kind gesture has undone me.
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Love the doodles too...

Sad addendum: I think my cousin Michelle is dying too. She's moved back to Manchester and her son is currently looking after her, but it doesn't sound at all hopeful. Her condition has deteriorated so rapidly, it's scary. Just four weeks ago she was able to meet me for lunch, she was in pain but able to walk and enjoy herself. Yesterday she had a wheelchair delivered and tells me (via Facebook) that she can't do anything for herself, not even make a cup of coffee, and she's in pain all the time in spite of the morphine they have her on. The docs are talking about doing a double mastectomy as a means of slowing the spread of the cancer, but she's not sure it will be worth the trauma if it's not going to improve the quality of what life she has left - the cancer is very aggressive and is in her breasts, lymph nodes, ribs and spine.

I can't beleive this is happening to either of them. It doesn't seem real or right. Rachel is 3 weeks younger than me, Michelle is six months younger. I'll need to get up to Manchester to see Michelle soon, when I can find out what's going on. Her phone isn't working at the moment and typing conversations on FB isn't the best means of communication at the best of times, but she's even more woolly-minded when she's on morphine.
 
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My artist friend Lois, who I met last year when we both painted pigs for the sculpture trail, makes a living by running art workshops as well as by selling her paintings and papercuts. I've been thinking about trying one of her workshops for a while now and when I saw she was running one relatively close (only 30 mins away by train), and that it was about working with dark and light tones, I thought I'd give it a go.
Teaser
Dean in blue crop

Art under the cut! )
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This was a fill for this prompt by madebyme_x over at ohsam's triple play challenge - it's potential morbidness was hard to resist, so I didn't!
Warning: major character deaths
The three points were:
1. A field of wildflowers
2. Dean
3. It's time to say goodbye

Oh Sam tripple-1-1 crop
Read more... )
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Surprise surprise, I've strayed into fandom... it was always going to happen, right? Sadly, this whole practice your drawing skills and improve every day isn't happening though. Never mind, I've decided to post regardless of whether I like what I've done or not, or whether I think it's any good.
And no, I don't think this is any good! I liked the idea, but the execution... yeah. Leaves a lot to be desired.piccie under the cut )
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Death be not Proud
Fill for this prompt:
becc_j  - Dean finds himself in the role of a reaper, and must take Sam's soul.

on the meme Photobucket

Dean’s first time as a trainee reaper had been just a day.  An awful, gut wrenching, heart breaking experience, but brief.  Temporary.


Read more... )

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Death be not Proud
Fill for this prompt:
becc_j  - Dean finds himself in the role of a reaper, and must take Sam's soul.

on the meme Photobucket

Dean’s first time as a trainee reaper had been just a day.  An awful, gut wrenching, heart breaking experience, but brief.  Temporary.


Read more... )

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Now both our boys are haunted by the things they have done while their souls were AWOL or broken (or both), we will have to wait and see whether they can ever find healing...
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Now both our boys are haunted by the things they have done while their souls were AWOL or broken (or both), we will have to wait and see whether they can ever find healing...
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Now both our boys are haunted by the things they have done while their souls were AWOL or broken (or both), we will have to wait and see whether they can ever find healing...
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Been thinking about Death recently.

It isn't very high resolution so probably won't work that well as wallpaper (apart from being square!)
So I made an icon too
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Been thinking about Death recently.

It isn't very high resolution so probably won't work that well as wallpaper (apart from being square!)
So I made an icon too
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Been thinking about Death recently.

It isn't very high resolution so probably won't work that well as wallpaper (apart from being square!)
So I made an icon too
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In response to [livejournal.com profile] de_nugis 's prompt in Hoodie time here


This was the request:
Dean's day as death isn't without consequences. It starts small -- he feels cold all the time. Then he starts seeing reapers -- he knows sometimes, now, when people are about to die. But there's nothing he can do to stop it, he knows that. Then he starts slipping into the reaper zone himself -- not like he's dying, just like he steps out of his body, spends a few hours walking the borderlands between life and death, sometimes talking to the souls who get to go on, but never able to go forward or back of his own volition. At first he returns to his body in due course, to find Sam panicking over him, but then one day he slips out and he waits and waits to wake up and find himself back in his body, but it doesn't happen. He's somewhere in Peru or something, watching a mountaineer who's about to fall, but he's got to get back to where Sam is, he's got to fix this before he's stuck forever as neither a human soul nor a reaper, just some abstract witnessing thing in between . . .
Obviously, I didn't go for the mountain in Peru but I thought Death would go wherever there was war and suffering...
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In response to [livejournal.com profile] de_nugis 's prompt in Hoodie time here


This was the request:
Dean's day as death isn't without consequences. It starts small -- he feels cold all the time. Then he starts seeing reapers -- he knows sometimes, now, when people are about to die. But there's nothing he can do to stop it, he knows that. Then he starts slipping into the reaper zone himself -- not like he's dying, just like he steps out of his body, spends a few hours walking the borderlands between life and death, sometimes talking to the souls who get to go on, but never able to go forward or back of his own volition. At first he returns to his body in due course, to find Sam panicking over him, but then one day he slips out and he waits and waits to wake up and find himself back in his body, but it doesn't happen. He's somewhere in Peru or something, watching a mountaineer who's about to fall, but he's got to get back to where Sam is, he's got to fix this before he's stuck forever as neither a human soul nor a reaper, just some abstract witnessing thing in between . . .
Obviously, I didn't go for the mountain in Peru but I thought Death would go wherever there was war and suffering...
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In response to [livejournal.com profile] de_nugis 's prompt in Hoodie time here


This was the request:
Dean's day as death isn't without consequences. It starts small -- he feels cold all the time. Then he starts seeing reapers -- he knows sometimes, now, when people are about to die. But there's nothing he can do to stop it, he knows that. Then he starts slipping into the reaper zone himself -- not like he's dying, just like he steps out of his body, spends a few hours walking the borderlands between life and death, sometimes talking to the souls who get to go on, but never able to go forward or back of his own volition. At first he returns to his body in due course, to find Sam panicking over him, but then one day he slips out and he waits and waits to wake up and find himself back in his body, but it doesn't happen. He's somewhere in Peru or something, watching a mountaineer who's about to fall, but he's got to get back to where Sam is, he's got to fix this before he's stuck forever as neither a human soul nor a reaper, just some abstract witnessing thing in between . . .
Obviously, I didn't go for the mountain in Peru but I thought Death would go wherever there was war and suffering...

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