Dear subscribers and readers

I received several heartfelt condolences for my post, Teddy Knows, a story about a young man who dies after a motorcycle accident. Thank you all for caring, but the story is fiction.  It is written in first person, and I think readers believed it was a true story. When my blog is shared on social media beyond my website, I don’t think all the information is included. On my website, https://wonkagranny.com, it clearly indicates this is a fiction story. I tend to go back and forth between fiction, nonfiction, and poetry, so they all get jumbled together.

Teddy Knows is based on an incident that happened when our son was in his early twenties. He survived a motorcycle accident with minimal trauma and some surgery.  My feelings at the time of the accident are real, however. I will never forget the extreme pain and fear of losing him that I experienced at that time. I bartered with God for hours. I stood at the doorway of his room as he slept, watching him breathe, begging for him to recover. It resonates to this day.

All three of our children are in their late 50s now. Oops, one turned 60 recently.

The other part of the story that is real is when Dom asked his mother to write a poem that he created in his head as he lay in the hospital. Our son did that when he was in the emergency room as the surgeon started to stitch him back together. My husband watched the surgeon. I faint at the sight of blood. It’s not a joke. I don’t know why but I’ve done it on many occasions, both in hospital situations and at home. Our son asked me to stand by his head and look at his face, so I was well away from the wound being repaired. He had received a local anesthetic, so he wasn’t feeling pain, and was fully cognizant. He dictated a poem, similar to the one in the story, and had me write it, to keep my attention from the surgery (blood and gore). Sad to say I gave him the poem afterward, and it is long gone, but I remember the gist of it. He is a musician and poet.

The description of his teenage room is authentic, but probably not as messy as it really was. I still have the life-sized Disney Tramp dog – a part of his childhood I can’t surrender.

Most of my writing has snippets from my life and experiences, even the poetry and fantasy. Thank you all for reading and commenting. It means so much to me to hear from you – even if it is a “like” with no words.