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Story As Abigail Dayna Brokaw © Copyright 2025 by Dayna Brokaw |
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Many years went by as the child had lost that very loving Grandfather at a young age. The child was able to hold on to fleeting memories of time spent at the kitchen table. However; the poem, the sea shell and the sign became faded memories into silent almost forgotten memories.
Years went by again and that young child had become an adult with a child of her own. That once child reached her 40s and memories began to rush her like butterflies in a botanical garden. The fluttering wings whispering of a long-ago life with forgotten intentions. This was when the true miracle began. The wings whispering of a poem and a star echoing its call. The seashell had been on the fridge where it had remained for many years. The sign was the finality of the truest miracle of a man, a stranger in fact, standing next to me at age 45, holding my heart in his hand.
The reference to the Bible verse: Philippians 4:4-7*****
In
dedication to the most loving Grandparents and when an Engle meets a
Wood.
As far as what I do in life I try to do my best in life being kind and helping those who deserve help. My entire life I have struggled with any chance of prosperity or fortune. I have tried a wide assortment of different jobs and it never finds me in positivity or at my best. My soul and words are all I have left. I am currently approaching my last chapter in life as I was diagnosed with cancer at 36 years of age and no longer seek care within the conventional western medicine philosophies. When I leave this world, I know the most important thing I will have is the knowledge of those who have always loved and sustained through these hardships with me. The truth about that entire writing is it was only a parentheses lesson that became entirely too complicated due to some ill-natured individuals. I want to thank you for taking some time out of your schedule for you to read my words. Have a beautiful day.