Look who left me a note!

I woke last weekend, knowing that the hubby had taken 'The other women' out for the day with Little Red. (read: Gone FISHIN!).
What I didn't know was that he had taken our youngest 'furkid' with him. I didn't know UNTIL I go to my coffee pot. Hubby knows if he wants me to see a note or something important, the coffee pot is the place to put it, as that is my first stop every morning.

So here I go, trudging to my coffee pot and start realizing, that Maya the shepherd is at my feet, but Cami our Jack Russell has mysteriously not showed herself yet. I begin to look around at Cami's usual 'hang outs' as I start the process for making my coffee...and then I saw it.

A note.

Was it from the hubby? No, was it from someone else? No.. here is the note for everyone to see.

It was from Cami. And don't ask, but this is exactly the way it appears, the backwards lettering, all of it. I think my hubby has lost it.
I laughed my fool butt off! It was hard to make my coffee between the tears. I saved it just so I could show everyone who visits just what kind of man I have to deal with on a daily basis.

Ok..onto some other things. A few weeks ago, my sisters Wanda and Linda and I converged on Ashley's house to visit with her and Brayden, then we all met with Tony and Melanie at the Olive Garden for lunch! So, here's a few shots of our visit! Enjoy!

Linda and Brayden

Ashley

Tony and Brayden

Wanda on phone (seems I see her that way a lot!)

..................Tony without his uniform!

Melanie, Tony's wife

We had a great time at lunch of course, we all love Olive Garden.

Well, that's what the last few weeks have consisted of, beside the every day in and out of normal living. We live a pretty mundane life, except for the occasional doggy note! ENJOY and see you next time...down on the farm!

I'm back!

Sort of!

For the past many weeks, I've been in the mud. Now if you know what 'in the mud' means, then you know where I've been, if you don't know what it means, let me give you a brief description......

It's called..Depression. I won't say true depression, but having dealt with a recent 'life changing event' it has sent not just me but my entire family into a tailspin. We've recently had to deal the the untimely tragic murder of one of our own. A man no one will ever forget and everyone loved and greatly adored. The damage has been done, and none can bring him back, all we can do now is move on, so today I begin to drag myself out of the mire of it all. I'm at least up to my knees out of the mud instead of nearly drowning in it.

Each of us show, share, dispense and deal with grief in our own way and sometimes, it's the hard way. When death comes knocking, many times we just simply wish to not open the door, but he always finds a way in. How we deal with it afterwards is sometimes difficult at best. There are no time frames for dealing with sorrow, only a walking through. Some of us are over it quickly, others walk a mile or more in it. It can be a dark and dismal path that we trudge but eventually the light starts to break through and the path becomes more clear and leads a way out. Sometimes the path will cloud over again, and we stumble along the way. Many of us do I'm sure.

I'm stumbling now, and it's still a long road to travel for me.

Dealing with things such as this will make one reflect on who we are, why we are here and when our own end will come. Add all those thoughts to the already loaded brain and it becomes a horrible mess in there that you eventually have to sort out and deal with, one thought at a time.

So here I am, back in line at the Hedgewives safe zone to deal with those thoughts, one at a time. To try not to see the world for the horrible place that it CAN be, and instead to see it for all the beauty it IT IS. To remember with love, the memories that I have and can grasp to each and every day instead of replacing them with the emptiness that has taken over.

I'll always remember with great joy, just a mere week before his death, the phone call I made to him, "Dennis, the figs are ready" and his excited reply of "I'll be right over".. and ten minutes later, together we picked and ate figs, laughing and joking with each other.
Oh the many times we walked this yard, are now the many memories I have as today I walk it alone. To let that memory walk beside me as Dennis walked beside me many times to look at the garden, to take joy in the figs, to marvel at the flowers. He'll still walk with me, I'll never walk it alone.

And I'll take another step out of the mud.

Badge #535 Signing off

As Sarah McLachlan's "In the Arms of an Angel" began, my eyes scanned the crowd. Lined along the street, like soldiers standing at attention were more then 300 law officers. They had come to show the earned respect of their fallen brother. Each badge they wore, held a black strip across their badge number. The families and visitors gathered outside the church, stood with tear swollen eyes and empty hearts as they too came to honor him for the man he was...and Sarah sang on......

In the arms of the angel, fly away from here

From this dark, cold hotel room and the endlessness that you fear

You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie

your in the arms of the angel; may you find some comfort here.

Marching row after row into the church, the officers began the trek. The families were next to take the solemn steps into the coolness of the church. The 100 or more who could not fit inside stood outside, in the heat of the morning to listen and pay their respects.

There at the front of the church stood the flag draped casket. As the first person rose to approach the podium, the church fell silent, except for the sobs and the rolling salty tears, not a movement was made. Respect was being giving today to an officer of the law, a man who walked the 'thin blue line'. He walked it out of love, out of hope, and he walked it out of compassion for his fellow man. He was being honored today, because he had given his life for it.

As Sheriff Malone rose and took his turn at the podium, he told of his first impressions of the man who lay before him. He spoke of a gentle soul; one who made you feel at ease the moment he entered the room. A man who spread warmth with his smile, and laughter with his antics. A man of honor and compassion; one who carried a true joy for life. A man everyone loved and respected.

The church smiled as they nodded their agreement, they knew the man he spoke of. He spoke of an officer on his force, badge #535 and his name was Dennis Compton. This was the man we honored today.

Dennis had responded to a 'code 7'; a burglar alarm, early on a Wednesday morning. He was gunned down upon arrival. One single shot below the protective vest he wore and his life ebbed away as he lay on the ground. His comrades arriving within minutes, still too late, the shot was fatal.
As Sheriff Malone stood looking out at the attendants, he fell silent. His next words sent a chill through the crowd as hearts sank, and tears were shed. "From here on in, so that we can always remember our fallen brother, a code 7 will forever be.... code 535. The badge number of Dennis Compton." The church walls shook. Sheriff Malone turned and with heavy feet and a bowed head, took his seat.

Next up at the podium was his cousin and brother on the force, Tony Buchanan. Tony called forth another cousin, Ashley. As she rose from her seat, she paused at the first row to take the hand of Dennis's daughter Tabby, together they walked the steps and together they stood as Ashley read, the Policeman's Prayer. She cleared the tears from her throat the best she could and softly began;

POLICEMAN'S PRAYER

The policeman stood and faced his God,

Which must always come to pass.

He hoped his shoes were shining

Just as brightly as his brass.

"Step forward now, Policeman.

How shall I deal with you?

Have you always turned the other cheek?

To my Church have you been true?"

The policeman squared his shoulders and said,

"No, Lord I guess I ain't,

Because those of us who carry badges

Can't always be a Saint.

I've had to work most Sundays,

And at times my work was rough,

and sometimes I've been violent,

Because the streets are awfully tough.

But I never took a penny,

That wasn't mine to keep,

I worked a lot of overtime

When the bills just got too steep.

And I never passed a cry for help,

Though at times I shook with fear.

And sometimes, God forgive me,

I've wept unmanly tears.

I know I don't deserve a place

among the people here.

They never wanted me around

Except to calm their fear.

If you've a place for me here, Lord

It needn't be so grand.

I never expected or had too much,

But if you don't, I'll understand."

There was silence all around the Throne

Where the Saints had often trod.

As the policeman waited quietly,

For the judgement of his God.

"Step forward now, policeman,

You've borne your burdens well.

Come walk a beat on Heaven's streets,

You've done your time in Hell."

Author Unknown

As the last line of the poem filled the air, the crowd fell silent and the very walls of the church seemed to gasp a breath of sadness. The congregation wept.

They descended the steps in solemn quiet, crying silent tears and returned to their seats among the many gathered there.

Tony took a minute to return to the podium.

He told of life long dreams and childhood schemes between the two of them.

They were the Starsky and Hutch of the neighborhood, playing cops and robbers day in and day out. Sadly, they were both cops with no robbers, but they soon found one, in Dennis' little brother Timmy. He never argued about being the bad guy, he played along. Starsky and Hutch wouldn't have it any other way.

Both had dreamed of becoming police officers and they finally accomplished that dream not too many months ago here in Colleton County. Working the same beats, traveling the same roads and at one point, driving the same car.

They really were the good guys now, wearing a real badge, carrying a real gun and facing real danger. A danger that was accepted every time that uniform was donned, every day they signed in to work, every hour in the streets...without fail.

They loved their job, it was their life. This badge of gold was worn with respect. This badge of gold was worn with pride.

Together they walked that thin blue line, together they kept us safe. Together they will still walk the beat because badge 535 will always be riding along.

With his head lowered, Tony left the podium.

Reverend Zane Brown, Colleton County Sheriff's Office chaplain stood to preside over the service. As part of his service, he spoke these words: "Two people made a choice on Wednesday morning, August 6. Deputy Dennis Compton made a choice to put on a badge and go to work. Someone else made a choice on Wednesday morning, August 6, to burglarize a home and when confronted by the man sworn to protect the people and their property, this person chose to gun him down, a man who's intention, desire and commission was to make this world a better place."

As Reverend Brown concluded, he thanked those assembled as he reminded everyone "We need more people like Dennis standing on the thin blue line between order and anarchy."

The bagpipes began their long mournfull wail as the fallen officer was carried to the waiting courtyard beyond and the mourners exited the church. The 300 officers in attendance marched out, resuming their post in the street. As the families slowly made their way to the courtyard the guards took their place and stood their ground.

The 21 gun salute rang out.

The cries tore through the crowd as the lone sound of a trumpet played Taps. The flag that had covered this officer of the law was folded and presented to his widow.

A final sound rang out through the crowd as he was being entered into the hearse:
The police radio gave the two tone emergency signal as the dispatcher asked for badge number 535 to respond. Again the sound was repeated and again the dispatcher asked for badge number 535 to respond. Finally the tones rang out one more time and this time, the dispatcher said

"Badge #535, signing off"

We wept.

In memory of

Deputy Dennis Carl Compton

Badge #535

Colleton County Sheriffs Department

End of watch: 08-06-08

"Mama take this badge off of me...I can't use it anymore"

I apologize to all who have waited for this. I had a hard time with it. As most of you know, Dennis was my nephew and one time roommate. We shared a larger then life life, I will miss my friend.