Girl, Dislocated

In Memoriam

June 21, 2008

The tide recedes, but leaves behind
bright seashells on the sand.
The sun goes down, but gentle warmth
still lingers on the land.
The music stops, yet echoes on
in sweet refrains.
For every joy that passes,
something beautiful remains.
-unknown author

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Posted by Girl, Dislocated at 00:01

4 Comments:

What a beautiful poem, BG x

By BenefitScroungingScum, at 08:51

Well I can't say that I understand but- I am sorry for your loss?

By Blinds, at 01:49

Love the poem... and thanks for remembering...

By New York City's Watchdog, at 13:04

Bendy Girl - It is, and just so true.

Blinds - DJ (The Puppy Monster) is NYC Watchdog's son. DJ passed away on June 21st of last year.

NYCWD - There's no way I wouldn't remember. And I'm so glad that you liked the poem; I think the sentiment it expresses is especially true of DJ.

By Girl, Dislocated, at 23:49

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About the mutant

Constantly having to put my limbs back in their sockets, spending hours in the ER, and undergoing multiple surgeries can be a tad inconvenient, and often lands me in odd predicaments. To what do I owe my frequent misadventures? Ehlers Danlos Syndrome (a genetic mutation), Murphy's Law, and my own damn clumsiness--none of which are curable. So, I rely on my mantra of "Put your big girl panties on and deal with it," and this blog, where I make myself find the humor in otherwise nightmarish mishaps.
Oh, and a high pain tolerance helps too.

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