a fabulous collection of weird, extremely bizarre short stories, as well as some highly strange but very interesting poems, written by author and poet Arturo Hernandez.
There are times dark and cold times I feel lost and forgotten but then you take my hand and everything is better again.
There are times i feel i am drowning dying of hunger & thirst but then again you take my hand and the hunger and the thirst and the drowning quicky fades away.
There are times I think there is no more room for me on this planet no space no peace and then once more you knock at my door And I let you in. You quickly take my hand into your hand and all the space in the world is there for the taken again.
I sometimes wonder if its possible to die from sadness. Will these unhappy thoughts choke me to my death. Will they. Its hard to be happy today. You passed away. You are no longer here. Your funny smile is not near today. Your cute little self gone from this moment and on. I sometimes wonder if this sadness I feel, this grief of you no longer being here is it possible to die from it. Just from sadness. Cause it feels like I’m passing away. Arturo Hernandez 9 30 2021
Greysi Hernandez (2011-2021) Rest In Peace This Friday morning at 230am on August 20 2021 our beloved furry daughter, friend and faithful companion passed away from stomach cancer. She let go of life. It has been a painful 2 weeks since we found out. And we went through all the stages of grief. Especially denial. Hoping and praying she would overcome this monster called cancer, we finally came to acceptance about a week ago. We had asked the doctor if she was in any pain and she told us she was not. That she should stay with us keeping her company, and loving her. It was very painful to watch her slowly slip away. Her last days were her going around the house visiting me, donna, nick, Smokey, MJ. She even asked to go outside (which she never liked to do. She was an indoor kitty) a couple times on the screened in porch in the back; one time she stayed out there till I had to bring her in because of a lightning storm. She was a very good friend to me. Always following me around like my shadow. Sometimes nearly tripping me; I would yell at her “Are you trying to kill me!!?” She was my grey shadow. She loved to rub against me and on occasion hiss at me to show she was the boss. When we first got her from the cat rescue/adoption at PetSupermarket (she was a cute little ball of grey fur)
and we took her home she did a very not normal cat thing, she found a ping pong ball lying around our house and she brought it to me with that big ping pong ball entirely in her tiny mouth. How she fit that ball in her tiny mouth without choking was a testament to her determination. I took it from her mouth and threw it away. Like a puppy she went after it and brought it back. This continued for a while. She would even jump in the air and catch it and push it in her mouth with her paws mid-air before landing and bringing it back to do it again. There are so many things we are going to miss, Greysi: You playing fetch with us with bouncy balls and ping pong balls, your mama throwing your kitty snacks across the floor and you chasing after them, stealing our socks and scrunchies and depositing them in the water bowl or toilet bowl, opening up our drawers and strewing our clothes all over the floor, attacking and killing our shoes and floor mats, sleeping at our feet, sleeping behind our lap tops, sleeping on our bed on my head and on my feet, meowing at 630 in the morning in my face because you want me to get up and feed you (but I realized at the end it was just that you wanted me up so we can be together), I am going to miss you following me round the kitchen purring and rubbing up against my legs, miss you jumping up on my chest and hugging me and just staring at me with those pretty eyes saying “I Love You”,
the staring contests we would have, MJ and Smokey are going to miss you bossing them around, we are going to miss you jumping up on the bathroom sinks and watching us wash our hands and then when we were not looking lick the soap (yuck), how you would jump into the fridge when Nicholas would open it, the way you loved smelling things, the way you would eat your kitty snacks from your mama fingers (not normal for cats), how you would get jealous and snuggle between me and your mama, I will always remember how one time you were very concerned for me when I was in pain and hurt.Rest in peace my friend, constant companion, furry daughter. Molly will be waiting on the other side of the rainbow bridge for you. She will welcome you with her big puppy paws and comfort you. Mocha, Sloopy, Oreo, Mr. Brown, Scrappy doo, Tux, Baggins, Venture, Cheetah, Tasha, Sparky, and Brazen will be there waiting for you too. I will not say goodbye because I do not believe in goodbyes. Till we meet again, see you later baby girl. And before we meet again memories of you will always keep you near us every second Me, Mama, and Nicholas. Love you forever Papa.
THE COMMENTS BELOW THE DAYS THAT FOLLOWED
Sometimes I wonder if it’s possible to die from sadness.
We’ve placed a pair of my socks, a scrunchie, and a ping pong ball in her final resting place.
We just buried her in her cardboard box with the socks and scrunchy she would steal from her mama and papa and the ping pong ball under my very 1st avocado tree. RIP baby girl.
A ghost of her memory has slipped passed my feet this morning.
I put some wild flowers on her grave yesterday and this morning.
Greysi’s memorial plaque came in today. They did such a good job.
Added flowers and plaque to Greysi’s final resting place.
I dreamt this morning I was feeding Greysi Rice Krispies Treats. Thank you for the visit Grey Grey
10/5/2021 I dreamt this morning that Greysi was still alive. snuggling up to me in my bed or recliner. that she beat the cancer or she was still beating it. but she was so healthy looking and so alive.
Poems by Arturo Hernandez 