Category Archives: Family and Friends

Family and friends short story writing collection relating to lifestyle themes.

You and Me, We Will Always Be

You and Me, We Will Always Be

Photograph of my great-nephew Easton, (a.k.a. “Mr. Cutie Pie”), and friend, courtesy of my sister-in-law, Jennifer Hall

You and me, we will always be…even those times when we’re apart…because we’re connected heart to heart.

“The Lord God said, ‘It is not good for man to be alone…'” Genesis 2:18

This Bible verse solidifies exactly how I feel about sharing my life with others…and that is good! When I spend time with someone I love and care about, it is as if that period of time transcends everything else in the world.  Being in a close relationship, be it platonic or romantic, has a way of connecting one person to another.  Whether they are physically together or apart; it is a bond that is inseparable no matter what.

You and Me, We Will Always Be

You and me, we will always be,

even those times when we’re apart.

The miles between us do not matter at all,

because we’re connected heart to heart.

You and me, we will always be,

you are my buddy, my pal, my friend.

I am here when you need me, and when you don’t;

I’ll be with you from the beginning to the end.

You and me, we will always be,

I can’t imagine ever being without you.

We’ve seen each other through thick and thin;

indeed, I am your comrade through and through.

Felecia R. Weber 2015, OntheWingofaDove.com

Peace and love,

Felecia

 

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A Friend Indeed

A friend indeedA friend indeed, whether it’s at night or during the day…close by my side is where he wants to stay.

“He is your friend, your partner, your defender, your dog.  You are his life, his love, his leader.  He will be yours, faithful and true, to the last beat of his heart.  You owe it to him to be worthy of such devotion.”  (Author Unknown)

A Friend Indeed

(A poem dedicated to my little companion, my little friend Bilbo)

A friend indeedA friend indeed,

yes, that’s my four-pawed friend.

Whenever I’m happy, whenever I’m sad,

he’s the one on which I can always depend.

A friend indeedA friend indeed,

whether it’s night or during the day,

no matter what it is that I’m doing;

close by my side he wants to stay.

A friend indeedA friend indeed,

he can’t tell time nor what day it is of the week.

But he knows how to say “I love you,”

in ways that don’t require him to speak.

A friend indeedA friend indeed,

his sweet, brown eyes, they tell me so much.

Like how much I am needed, (and I need him too).

I hope he know how deeply my heart he has touched.

Felecia R. Weber 2015, OntheWingofaDove.com

A friend indeed“Calling all dog lovers!”

If you have a four-legged, furry friend that you’d like to have featured in a poem on my blog, email your cutest pictures and a short bio to me, Felecia, at frosew04@gmail.com.

Hope to hear from you soon!

Peace and love,

Felecia

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On Companionship

On Companionship

companionshipA Quote to Carry You

February 2, 2015

“To get the full value of joy you must have someone to divide it with.”  Mark Twain

Having to adjust to living on my own, I know now more than ever before the true value of companionship.  I do not mean to diminish the treasures that can be found when we are alone. In fact, I believe that time spent by ourselves is essential.  But there is no denying that life becomes fuller when it is shared with someone else.  Not only do we get to experience life for ourselves, but we get to experience it through the love and caring that we receive from another.  Hmmm, it’s kind of like life…doubled!

Peace and love,

Felecia

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Memories of the Past

Memories of the Past

“Memories,” photograph by Felecia R. Weber 2015, OntheWingofaDove.com

Memories of the Past

I Remember When

January 2015

“Memories of our lives, of our works and our deeds will continue in others.”  Rosa Parks

Memories of the past are interesting…two people can experience the exact same event at the same time, yet remember it completely differently.  Why is that?  Similarly, some people, like my late husband, have what can be described as a photographic memory.  They remember every detail about an occasion that happened years ago, while others can scarcely even remember that anything had ever happened at all.

It seems to me that memories of the past are different because people are different.  What we retain and commit to memory has a lot to do with who we are and how we view our world and others.  What we remember about a particular place in time can also be associated with a person, an object or current experience.  That phenomenon keeps ringing true to me when friends and loved ones express to me what they remember about my beloved Steve.

Many of his former colleagues remark time and again on how they remember Steve being a true example of what hard work and dedication is in the workplace.  His close friends often talk about how much they enjoyed conversing with him, especially because he had such a broad knowledge about so many topics.  His love for God and his devotion to serving Him is remembered by many through the constant witness to his faith that he lived.  Family members remember him as the son, brother, uncle, cousin and nephew whom they loved so dearly.

For me, my memories of the past about Steve are a little bit of all of the above wrapped into the most tender, caring and loving husband I could ever have.  Something else about those memories is that they seem to have the uncanny ability to keep him alive, in my heart at least…and for that I am grateful.

May your memories of the past stay alive in your heart too and become wonderful blessings to your present.

Peace and love,

Felecia

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You Can’t Judge a Book By Its Cover

You Can't Judge a Book By Its Cover

“An Interesting Story (Miss Ray),” 1806, William Wood. Image from a page of the 2011 Desk Calendar, courtesy of The Metropolitan Museum of Art Store

You can’t judge a book by its cover…if you do, you may miss out on one of the best stories you’ll ever experience.

“You can’t judge a book by its cover…” That phrase never became more true to me than when I was touched by a wonderful act of compassion shown toward me recently.  It’s often that we go about our days never venturing off the paths that we’ve set for ourselves in a given day.  Like browsing through a book store or library, we skim through the titles, pause at those clever covers that capture our eyes, and then continue on hardly giving the others notice.  I almost followed that same routine the other day when I was out running errands…but something caught my attention and made me stop.  It wasn’t something I would have considered worth the time otherwise, but what I received from the experience still warms my heart.

My late husband Steve was always meticulous about his appearance; he wanted to be at his best at all times, which is a quality that I admired in him.  In his efforts to maintain his own personal standards, he was so pleased when he found a barber who finally gave him the perfect haircut.  From time to time he’d tell me about the young man.  Besides consistently cutting his hair precisely how he wanted it, Steve also commented on the barber’s unique appearance, notably his long beard and earrings in his earlobes; not something we were accustomed to seeing.  Nonetheless, I could tell how pleased he was, which hadn’t been the case with other barbers he’d gone to in the past.  As time went on, and as Steve’s cancer started taking its toll on him, I noticed that his remarks about the young barber focused on how attentively the young man would listen to his concerns about his illness and how they both shared stories relating to their personal lives.

“Indeed, not everyone has good looks, just like not everyone has good brains; but everyone is unique, and that’s what makes them equally beautiful all the same!”  Felecia R. Weber 2015, OntheWingofaDove.com

I remember one afternoon when I’d driven Steve to the barber shop for, although we didn’t know it at the time, his last haircut.  He’d been in quite a bit of pain and I was reluctant to just leave him there, but he insisted on going into the shop alone.  I understood this; it was hard enough for him not being able to drive and he didn’t want to lose his independence completely.  I was glad that I didn’t go in.  Much to my surprise and humble delight, the young barber gave Steve a gift certificate from a favorite restaurant of him and his wife’s.  He told Steve that they wanted us to enjoy precious time together and that was one way they hopefully could ensure that we would.  Looking back, what was even more profound was this turned out to be the last time that Steve and the barber would see each other.

As I’ve mentioned, the proverbial phrase “you can’t judge a book by its cover” now has a depth of meaning for me.  The afternoon I spoke of earlier when I decided to stop, was when I decided to take the time to go into the barber shop and finally meet Steve’s former barber to let him know that he’d passed away.  When I entered the shop, the young barber was sitting quietly awaiting his next patron.   When I first laid my eyes on him, it wasn’t the long beard or earrings that I noticed; but rather, it was the sincere compassion that filled his eyes.  As I began to speak, I broke down and tears poured out of my eyes.  He immediately embraced me as I sobbed and sobbed.  As he softly spoke words of reassurance and comfort to me, I thought, for a brief moment, of an image I had seen many times before of a grieving soul being held tightly in the loving arms of Jesus.  I suppose in a way, I was being held in my Savior’s arms through the love and compassion extended to me from the young barber.  We exchanged a bit of polite conversation after I’d regained my composure, and I left thanking him for the generosity, caring and kindness that he showed toward Steve and me.

“Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind and with all your strength.’  The second is this:   ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’  There is no commandment greater than these.” Mark 12:30-31

Indeed, I shall never forget that experience, in fact I will likely reread the images of that memory many times again.  Compassion, caring, kindness and brotherly love…those are amongst the things that cannot be judged by outward appearance, but they can be gratefully received.

Peace and love,

Felecia

 

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Birds of a Feather – Aloha and Angel

Birds of a featherBirds of a feather, Aloha and Angel they are…their chirping and singing can be heard from afar!

Birds of a Feather

Birds of a feather,

Aloha and Angel they are.

Their chirping and singing

can be heard from afar!

Birds of a featherAloha is quite lovely,

with her feathers of soft blue.

She’s so exciting to watch,

especially when she lays an egg or two!

Birds of a featherAngel is white and fluffy,

he truly resembles a cloud.

His song is so contagious,

before long, you too will be singing aloud!

Birds of a featherBirds of a featherBirds of a feather,

Aloha and Angel, they make quite a pair.

They inspire such beauty, energy and life.

Thank you feathered friends, for all that you share!

Birds of a featherPoem by Felecia R. Weber 2015, OntheWingofaDove.com; photographs courtesy of Marilyn Hill (Aloha’s and Angel’s mom)

“Calling all pet lovers!”

If you have a four-legged furry, or two-legged feathered friend that you’d like to have featured in a poem on my blog, email your cutest pictures and a short bio to me, Felecia at frosew04@gmail.com.

I hope to hear from you soon!

Peace and love,

Felecia

 

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Nothing Will Be Impossible For You

Nothing will be impossible for you

“Fill Me,” photograph by Felecia R. Weber 2015, OntheWingofaDove.com

“Nothing will be impossible for you.”  There is hardly a truer statement, for when we put our faith in God, nothing is impossible.

“They can conquer who believe they can.”  Ralph Waldo Emerson

“Nothing will be impossible for you” was a theme that lingered in my mind while I visited with my parents during these past holidays.  As always for me, being at my childhood home made me feel comforted and secure; as if nothing in the world could harm me.  Both of my parents have always gently encouraged me to seek, explore and to develop into the person God made me to be.  My recent visit with them was no different.  Their soothing  words affirming that I have much to give and that God has a unique purpose for my life filled me with a renewed confidence in my abilities.  By the time I’d loaded my little dog and our belongings into the car to return to New York, I felt ready to conquer this new chapter in my life.

“If you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move.  Nothing will be impossible for you.”  Matthew 17:20-21

“Nothing will be impossible for you;” do you believe that?  How is it that we can find confidence in such a statement?  The answer is not a difficult one, but it does require something of us.  When we strive to achieve something important in our lives, getting from point A to point B can seem like a foreboding mountain full of nothing but difficulties and disappointments.  It seems like no matter how many or how few resources we have, there is just no easy way to plow through that mountain of misery…it just seems impossible!  But wait!  There is more to it than that.

“Nothing will be impossible for you.”  There is hardly a truer statement, for when we put our faith in God, nothing is impossible.  God promises to supply all of our needs, and to see us safely through any situation…even moving mountains.  All we need to do is turn it over to Him and trust Him to do so…do you?

Peace and love,

Felecia

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Christmas Eve – I Remember When

Christmas Eve

“Cheery and Bright,” photograph by Felecia R. Weber 2014, OntheWingofaDove.com

Christmas Eve – Not even the fiercest winter storm can penetrate the layers of love that have been woven into the joyful threads of a Christmas Eve night.

“Christmas Eve was a night of song that wrapped itself about you like a shawl.  But it warmed more than your body.  It warmed your heart…filled it, too, with a melody that would last forever.”  Bess Streeter Aldrich

Christmas Eve…I agree with the author; it wraps each of us so snugly that it warms us straight through to our hearts.  Not even the fiercest winter storm can penetrate the layers of love that have been woven into the joyful threads of a Christmas Eve night. The thought of being enveloped within the delight of family and friends gathered round to celebrate the most wonderful gift we’ve ever been given is certainly something to sing about!

These warm and toasty thoughts bring to mind a story written by Bess Streeter Aldrich, entitled “Journey Into Christmas.”  This story does not begin cheerfully, as the main character, a widow, is left all alone on Christmas Eve for the first time in all of her 60 years.   She spends the evening reminiscing about the many Christmases she had spent surrounded by her loved ones.  She vividly recalls how full and comforted she’d felt during those times, even though each one had a different story to tell; both sad and happy ones.  That particular Christmas Eve also turns into a happy one when she is awakened from her reverie by a phone call that brightens her heart like the many twinkling, colored lights adorning her Christmas tree.  Heading off to bed, she hears the joyous songs being sung  by carolers in the street.  Her heart is once again filled with “that old Christmas lift of the heart, that thankfulness and joy she had always experienced…”*

Christmas Eve, a time to be cherished, a time to be enjoyed, a time that I hope for you, will always warm you straight through to your heart.

I wish you a very Happy and Blessed Christmas!

Peace and love,

Felecia

*From “Journey Into Christmas,” by Bess Streeter Aldrich

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