Welcome back to Part 15 If Oak Trees Could Talk! I thank you that your visiting my site and reading along or “tuning in” each week to my Youtube videos where I am personally reading my book!
People ask me, why are you sharing your book free of charge? My answer is because I really want this story to be heard! I want people to know that there is in reality such a thing as unconditional love! I hope like my characters in If Oak Trees Could Talkthat once you hear the story that it will cause you to passionately pursue this kind of love for yourself and for those you love!
Disclaimer:
I feel that this book is truly an Inspirational love story, however, in some of the following content, I wanted to state that for some young readers or listeners the content may not be appropriate or may be rated PG.
This week we will finish up Chapter 8 Love Has No Age and continue to read about half of Chapter 9 Pursuit of Love!
Chapter 8
Love Has No Age
“Nurse Wanda, may I see you out in the hall for just a second?” Helen asked very quietly and discretely.
Nurse Wanda followed Helen out into the hallway as she caught the subtle way that Helen had gotten her attention.
“As you may or may not know, the doctors are talking about possibly releasing me soon. I am asking that no nurses or doctors dare say anything to Henry until I get a chance to speak to him and prepare him. He is making such progress. I just do not want him to revert back to the state he was in when he first arrived at Glenview. I hope you and the others will understand my concerns.”
“Yes, of course, Ms. Helen, I will not utter a word. I will ask the other nurses that see your husband to not say anything either.”
“Thank you, Nurse Wanda. You’ve been such a blessing to us. You are one of the Nurses that have helped to make this place bearable. If we can ever do anything for you, please do not hesitate to let us know what we can do.” Helen stated as she hugged Nurse Wanda tightly.
“Just get that man of yours well Ms. Helen… the nurses have always believed that if you and Mr. Henry could have stayed together that he probably would have been ready to go home with you!”
“I sure will, again thank you! I had better get myself to my room!”
Chapter 9
Pursuit of Love
When Helen made it back to her room, Amelia was just arriving as well. They both entered the room as Helen became very excited about Henry’s progress.
“Amelia, my sweet baby girl, your Daddy is coming back to us! We have to just keep the doctors and nurses quiet so that they do not tell him anything about my progress and upset him again!”
“But Momma, are you not going to tell Daddy that you are on your way home? What if they discharge you? What if someone slips up and mentions it to him?”
“I will tell him when I feel he is able to handle it. Right now he is doing so well! I just do not want to hinder him in anyway. I am taking him home with me Amelia! I will not leave him in this place, do you understand me?”
“Yes, Mam, I understand. I knew that you weren’t going to leave him, so, Momma tell me what do you need for me to do for you?”
“Just continue to bring your Daddy pictures, bring our wedding pictures to let him see them. Also bring all of the pictures that have that old Oak tree in it. Gather as many as you can to jar as many memories as possible. The journals and the poster you brought him seem to be working better than any treatment Glenview has offered. This is what will bring your Daddy back to us! I am sure of it!”
“I’ll do it Momma! I will go by the house when I leave here today. Boy you just look so much different yourself Momma, you have such a warm glow about you, what has happened to you?”
“Well, I don’t know if you can handle the truth or not my Dear?” Helen stated rather bluntly.
“Momma, I am not a little child anymore, of course I can handle the truth. What is up?”
“Well, if you are sure you want to know I will tell you, your Daddy and I made love all night long last night. We felt like the life that had been stolen from us was restored by our passion for each other last night. Nurse Wanda, actually had to wake us up this morning, we were sleeping so soundly!” Helen said with absolutely no shame or guilt. She let out a chuckle, that soon turned into laughter as she seen the look on Amelia’s face.
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I have asked a few of my author friends to be my guest over the past few weeks as they are exceptional friends and Inspirational writers! I hope that you have enjoyed there wonderful post!
The authors I have chosen have several published books or works to their credit or are in process of publishing their own books.
Please enjoy my Guest Authors as they candidly and openly share a glimpse into their lives. It is my hope that you will be inspired to visit their sites and check out their work!
The theme of the guest blogs:
What I Would Advise My Younger Self!
May I introduce you to my friend and a wonderful author:
Dolores Ayotte!
“Advice I Would Give My Younger Self!”
When Christine first approached me about being a guest writer on her blog site I was very honored. She mentioned that she “would like to have several strong women authors to guest blog”. To say the least, the fact that she considered me to be one of these authors meant a great deal to me as I truly admire Christine in much the same light.
“Advice I Would Give My Younger Self!” is a very broad topic and after penning several inspirational books about my efforts to overcome depression, I decided to keep this article on a lighter note. A few weeks ago, my husband and I were blessed with the birth of our tenth grandchild. A lovely grandson, born almost two weeks overdue, entered into our lives. With three little sisters at home and the oldest being only five, of course, we have been called upon to help out just as we have done in the past with all our other grandchildren.
Every time, I have the opportunity to hold a precious grandchild in my arms, I am reminded of the birth of my own children, their mothers. Our first daughter was just over two years old when we were blessed with the unexpected arrival of her twin sisters. Yes…it is true. We had no idea that we were having twins until the day I went into labor. My husband worked full time and was studying to be an Accountant when the miraculous event took place. Needless to say, we were a very busy young married couple with a whole lot of responsibility. With no family nearby to share the load, it was frequently overwhelming and extremely tiring.
Now I see how busy our daughters are with their young families and it reminds me of our earlier years. Every chance I get, I hold these precious grandchildren in my arms and rock them to sleep whenever possible. I hardly had a moment to do this when my children were young because I was so busy just keeping my head above water with all the energy it takes to raise a family and run a household. I wish I would have had more time to just hold my babies. Now I’m making up for it.
Therefore, the “advice I would give my younger self” is to breathe in every special moment while you are raising a family as life flies by so fast. Embrace this special, albeit demanding time, and just cherish your young children. Before you know it, this phase of your life will be over. Now in retirement, I am so blessed to have the time to hold/rock my grandbabies and every time I do I am reminded of God’s generosity and the gift of life. One of the wonderful blessings of having children is being given the opportunity to embrace and cherish new life in the love you have for your grandchildren. I have been blessed with a second chance…
Bibliography:
Dolores holds a Bachelor of Arts degree with a major in psychology as well as teacher certification in Manitoba, Canada. She has taken courses in human relations and communication. Although, her primary focus has always been that of wife, mother and now grandmother, she has held a variety of jobs. Dolores started off her working years as a cashier when she was in high school.
Upon completion of the Education 1A program at the University of Manitoba, she became a primary school teacher. During her teaching career Dolores furthered her education by completing her Bachelor of Arts degree with a major in psychology from the University of Winnipeg.
After leaving her teaching career, she became a bank employee for a major financial institution for a number of years. She enjoyed each of these jobs and how they enhanced her life. In her earlier years, she volunteered her time by teaching Christian education, tutoring, working in the school library, and belonging to the ladies church group.
On moving to Pine Falls, Manitoba due to her husband’s career change, Dolores spent time singing in the church choir, teaching Christian education, assisting at Wings of Power, as well as working on the women’s auxiliary at a local hospital. She also served on the Hospital Foundation Board.
She is now retired and spends half the year with her husband in a retirement community in Arizona. For the remainder of the year, Dolores enjoys her children and grandchildren in Winnipeg, Manitoba where she was born and raised. She continues to learn from all the people who touch her life. She has every intention to continue writing.
Welcome back to Part 14 of If Oak Trees Could Talk! Wow! When I began to do the video blogs I really wasn’t for sure how to even go about doing them, but I just had it in my heart and mind to do them! This rings true in just about everything that I have ever done in my life….I never knew how to do what I desired but went for it anyway…..and so I hope as I read out of my latest Romance/Suspense Novel If Oak Trees Could Talk that you will be encouraged to do what is in your heart to do!
Disclaimer:
I feel that this book is truly an Inspirational love story, however, in some of the following content, I wanted to state that for some young readers or listeners the content may not be appropriate or may be rated PG.
Today we begin in Chapter 8 Love Has no Age
Chapter 8
Love Has no Age
A gentle tapping at Henry’s door caused him to stir quickly in his bed. He hoped that when the door opened that it would be his Sweet Helen. He could hardly wait to tell her of all that he was discovering about himself. He wanted to share his journals with her and maybe she could help to fill in even more gaps.
Sure enough it was indeed his Helen.
“Good morning, my Darling!” Henry blared before Helen had even stepped completely into his room.
“Shh”….Helen warned, “Well good morning to you as well, Sweetie, but it is not quite morning yet. It’s around midnight.”
“Oh it’s not huh? Are you alright?”
“Yes, Henry, I am fine, just wanted to check on you to say goodnight!”
“What? I must have fallen asleep early…. ha ha….I thought I had been asleep all night long. Boy I sure did get some good rest, some of the best rest I’ve gotten since we’ve been imprisoned in this place!” Henry said with a sheepish grin.
“Well, that‘s terrific!” Helen said as she was thrilled to see Henry in such a pleasant mood. “I am sorry that I woke you now.” Helen continued.
“My dearest Helen, what is wrong?”
“Oh, my, nothing is wrong!” Helen lied. “As a matter of fact things seem to be more right than they’ve been in a long time!”
“So you only come in here in the middle of the night to tell me good night?”
Henry probed? “Listen lady, no one knows you the way that I know you. I know that something is bothering you. Now are you going to tell me what it is?”
“No, nothing is wrong! All is right with the world tonight!” Helen continued to lie, as she came into Henry’s room with the intent to discuss the fact that she had made such great progress in her therapy that Glenview was talking about letting her go home. As she seen the progress and the joy that Henry was making, she refused to dampen his spirit in anyway. Instead, she would speak to the doctors and nurses to warn them not to say anything to Henry until she got a chance to discuss it with him herself.
“I just wanted to kiss you good night honey, and give you a proper good night! Now is there anything wrong with that?” Helen whispered as she had edged closer to Henry’s bedside.
“No, not at all, Dearie, come here and slap a big one on me!” Henry said as he puckered his lips in anticipation of Helen’s kiss with the impatience of an eager teenager.
“Um…. are you sure that is all you want to give me?” Henry said with an ornery smile. “I do miss your touch so much, my sweet little pigtailed, blue eyed darling. I might have misplaced a lot of my memories, but passionately loving one another has never been one of those memories lost…. What do you say? Henry smiled as he scooted over to the edge of the bed, folded the covers back and waited for Helen to lie down beside him.
Helen complied and they loved each other passionately throughout the night until both were satisfied. They embraced each other tightly as they fell into a peaceful sleep. Helen rested in hope as she knew in her heart that Henry was truly coming back to her. They were sleeping so soundly until they heard an intentionally loud knock at Henry’s door.
“Hello, Mr. Henry, Ms. Helen…..Nurse Wanda said as she once again walked to the window and opened the shade!
The Sun was blindingly beautiful as both Henry and Helen arose to a brand new day and beginning. Henry’s eyes widened and so did the smile on his face when he realized that they were busted. Helen modestly pulled her gown up around her neck and patted Henry’s hand.
“Ms. Helen, I must tell you that your doctors are looking for you this morning. We covered for you, but you might want to hurry and sneak back to your room before they make a second trip to your room and send a posse.” Nurse Wanda said with a little chuckle.
“Yes, I sure will thank you. Please take care of my Henry!”
“Oh, I’ll take good care of Mr. Romeo, for sure Ms. Helen!” Nurse Wanda teased.
“I’ll be back to see you after a while okay, honey?” Helen said to Henry as she kissed him once again.
Henry grabbed her shoulders and planted a hard wet kiss right on her lips as he totally ignored the fact that Nurse Wanda was present in the room.
“Okay, baby until I see you again!” Henry said as once again that sheepish grin curled his lips into a full fledge smile.
Thank you once again for spending this time with me. I hope that you are able to read or “tune in each week, however if you’ve missed any of the story, please check out my blog archives or my Youtube Video Blogs of If Oak Trees Could Talk!
Please keep the comments coming! I’ve so enjoyed and appreciated them. I hope that you will continue to read along or “tune in” each week to If Oak Trees Could Talk.
I have asked a few of my author friends to be my guest over the next few weeks as they are exceptional friends and Inspirational writers! The authors I have chosen have published books or are in process of publishing their own books.
Please enjoy my Guest Authors as they candidly and openly share a glimpse into their lives. It is my hope that you will be inspired to visit their sites and check out their work!
The theme of the guest blogs:
What Would I Advise My Younger Self?
May I introduce you to one of my close friends and fellow blogger and Author:
Joyce Beaver!
What would I tell my younger self now that I have reached the ripe old age of sixty seven?
I have been doing a lot of thinking about this question and recently I sat down and wrote my younger self this letter:
Child,
I would like for you to understand at an early age, what I have learned running the race to old age. Taking the time to stop and grow in wisdom is more important then going to a party, dancing the night away with your friends at the canteen, or even spending days whining over a boyfriend you wished you had. There is a life called the abundant life that is really what you need and desire over the trivial things of your teen years or even that horrific age between teen and middle age. You think you are going to live forever, and nothing could be as bad as not getting to go to the prom, or on a date with Mr. Right. How can you live another day without that special pair of shoes and pocketbook to match your new name brand dress? Your ratings at the school dance, having your nails and hair in perfect order, and smoking your first joint is not that life altering, life shattering event you make it out to be. All that anger at your parents, fighting with your brother and sisters and ‘having your own way’ isn’t the end of the world.
Child, there is an abundant life that will shake your world and give you more happiness than you can conger up on your own. There is a place in this abundant life where you will be on a high that is actually higher than any drug can take you, or any drink can fill you. There is a man who can love you deeper, fuller and better than any man on the face of the earth and he will never disappoint you, call you anything other than his princess, supply all your needs and take you to places you cannot even imagine. He will never disappoint you, will deliver you from destruction and death, fill you with a Spirit of joy, love, strength you cannot even imagine.
I would like to advise you, younger self, to take the time to read the instruction book, find this joy and safe haven before you graduate from high school and hold on tight as He takes you on the adventure of your life. When you reach that time in your life where you can retire, look back, I can tell you the truth, you won’t feel like you lived a life of failure, a life of lost dreams, a life of wishing it could have been different. Don’t wait, Child, seek first that higher kingdom in your youth, and your white hair in the future will mean a lot more to you as you lay down and finally retire from this world. If you miss the Truth, you will miss the way and the abundant life and your entire life will have been wasted.
Look with open eyed vision and wake up now, so when you sleep in the end of days, you will have lived abundantly in the arms of the One who loves you unconditionally. Your future… it actually begins today. Love from your older self.
P.S. His name is Jesus and He died for you so you can have all he came to give you. That is life eternal, pressed down and running over.
Please Check out Joyce Beaver’s many books and writings either on her blog site, facebook page, or Author Page!
Welcome back to Part 13 If Oak Trees Could Talk! Once again it is my pleasure to bring my story to you each week! I am excited as I do these blogs each week as I am working on another Inspirational Romance Novel along with a sequel to a Juvenile fiction entitled Caleb’s Cereal. I would love to complete at least one of them in time for Christmas! In the meantime let’s read or listen to Chapter 7 A Father’s Love!
Chapter 7
A Father’s Love
Once Henry was alone he looked at the journals that Amelia had left him. He then stared at the old Oak tree hanging before him and with pencil in hand began once again to fill pages with memories. This time the memories of his Dad came to life.
Henry’s father, Russell William Tyler was a very hard worker. His philosophy was if you’re going to do a job, do it right or don’t bother. He sometimes come off very rough and short tempered and so Henry felt like he wasn’t pleasing unto his father. However, there was an event between Henry and his Dad that changed Henry’s life forever.
Both Henry and his Dad were driving to Crawford County one afternoon to pick up some automobile parts for Henry’s Dad’s car, when a deer came barreling out of the woods and stood right in front of the car. Henry’s Dad was driving and before he could steer the car in any direction, the deer lunged right into the windshield. Henry wasn’t hurt; however Mr. Tyler was knocked completely out and was bleeding profusely. Henry tried to wake his Dad with no response. He then realized that he had to get help, so he was able to scoot his father over enough for him to get into the driver’s seat. Henry drove his Daddy’s car for about two miles to the nearest house to summons help. Henry was only nine years old at the time and acted very mature and responsibly. Mr. Tyler suffered a concussion and had several stitches in his face but was fine because of Henry’s quick response. Henry remembered the gentle way that his Dad patted his hand as he was being loaded into an ambulance. He smiled at Henry in a way that Henry had never seen or never noticed before. Henry had the assurance that he needed from that afternoon that he was well pleasing unto his Dad.
While Henry penned the memories of his Dad, he found himself once again exhilarated. He stared intently at the picture of the old Oak tree hanging before him and a floodgate of memories came back to him.
“It’s out of here!” Henry yelled, as he recalled hitting a baseball completely over the fence when he was only seven. He was on the Tigers pee wee team where he had a baseball glove that seemed entirely too large and a cap to match. He remembered the proud look upon his Dad’s face when he looked up in the stands.
“It wasn’t at all what I thought it was! My Dad was always pleased with me wasn’t he old friend?”
As Henry sat alone in his room it was as if he heard his old friend saying “Yes, Henry, your Dad was always pleased with you!”
As one event after the other played in Henry’s mind, the memories of Henry’s Dad smiling at him flooded Henry’s heart. It was as if Henry could feel those gentle pats of assurance from his Dad once again as in the evening of the deer accident. Henry gently smiled as he penned every emotion and tears stained the journal’s pages.
As his fingers stiffened to the demand that Henry placed upon them, he felt almost as desperate as he felt that night that his Dad hit the deer. He felt that the freedom he was trying to achieve challenged him to do things that were scary but necessary, as in the time he drove his Daddy’s car in the night to get help for his Dad. In Henry’s thoughts he was even more desperate to get help for himself and his dear Helen. As another page was completed and the tears seemed fewer, Henry tenderly closed the journal. He then found himself giggling as joy of discovering that his Father loved and was pleased with him seemed to free him even more. He could feel guilt and condemnation of the past loose it’s hold and roll away. Henry took a deep breath, while winking at his old friend. Placing the journal back inside the bedside table, once again, he closed his eyes in sweet sleep.
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