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This weekend I remember the person my brother use to be

He served our country proud

He did all he was asked to do

An injury sent him home

He wasn’t the same upon his return

Tattered and torn was his sole

He did some things he wasn’t proud of

But deep within, he was still the man he use to be

He worked real hard to come back to who he was

He cleaned up his act

He found a good woman with a family

He was able to love, the way every man should have a chance to

But before too long the good lord came and took him

Lost to a disease that  couldn’t be cured

I take this time to remember all he was and all he had

I love you Johnny, you surely were quite the man

May your spirit live on among all that have loved you

You’re with the big man now, so we’ll always miss you

But knowing you are in the best hands possible

I can live on holding on to my happiest memories

Copyright 2014 Johnny© – Felina Silver Robinson

This Poem was written today (05/24/14) in loving memory of my Brother Johnny

who briefly served in the air force. May he rest peacefully with god for eternity.

Do you remember where you were and what you were doing on September 11, 2001? I was pregnant ant working on the 13th floor of a government building. large plains were flying by out large, clear glass windows. we were all scared because we didn’t know what was going on. when we found out what was happening, we were more scared.
My kids at home where even more scared because they knew where I worked and that my building could be a target. We were released early from work, but public transportation was shut down and I had to walk from Boston to Brookline. I was never happier when I reached home safely to my family. But then emotionally collapsed knowing all that was going on around me.


27-Year-Old Slain MIT Officer Collier to posthumously be sworn in as a Somerville Police Officer

Being a Somerville police officer was what Collier wanted. Read more on the story here via @WCVB

It’s sad to say, but I had actually forgotten about the horrific tragedy at Fort Hood back in 2009. Major Nidal Hasan killed 13 and wounded 30 plus victims.  He is now uses a wheelchair due to injuries sustained during his reign of terror.  The latest judge on the case, JAG (Judge Advocate General) Col. Tara Osborn has decided that Hasan will be permitted to defend himself during the trial.  He has been cleared by the proper medical staff for this task.

Hasan had hoped to state that he committed this heinous act to protect Islāmic Emirate of Afghanistan and the leadership of the Taliban, including Mullah Mohammad Omar. Judge Osborn will not allow this defense as she could not find any practical threat at that time to anyone in Afghanistan. Hasan forgot that when of his rampage he was a member in the U.S. Army and was in no way entitled to kill ANY U.S. Soldiers or civilians. We will have to wait and see what his defense will end up being.

The question before us is whether it even makes sense to seek the death penalty for Major Hasan.  It’s my personal feeling that If there are practical witnesses to the heinous act that was committed, then that person of course deserves the death penalty.  But deserving it doesn’t always make sense to pursue it. If you know that the process itself is going to take decades to complete, then realistically the idea of all the time and money  that goes into the prosecution of a death penalty and what it does emotionally to the victims and their families seems senseless. The fact however remains that we are looking to punish criminals for the acts that they commit. This is and will remain hard to do when the rights of criminals get in the way of the rights of the innocent. I feel that it doesn’t help the families of the victims to have to live through long drawn out appeals by the accused, attempting to escape their sentence. The survivors and their families and the families of the victims shouldn’t have to lay in wait for decades unable to move past the horrific tragedy they already had to endure.

This is a daunting task before all those involved.  I wish them peace and success.

As the saying goes often “Justice is Blind”.

Trapped inside the shell of my body

We come into this world in a perfect little shell
Full of chances, promises and opportunities
We have to do our best to keep up our outer shell
That’s what people see when they look at us
It’s what they see when they decide…
…decide to befriend us, love us, hire us, learn from us or whether they want to be like us
Treat your shell well because in the end that’s what people will see..
…see when your time is done and they just want to remember you.

I’m curious about why it took about 24 hours before we heard about the shooting of 19-year-old Joseph Morante as he worked on Tremont Street in Boston at a cell phone Company. In light of all that has happened recently about race relations in the George Zimmerman case you would think that the media would try to pay closer attention and report on all cases, giving them each the same amount of coverage as the other. We all mourn the death of young Amy Lord. Thankfully, her killer has already and will swiftly be brought to justice. There are no tickets being sold for a spit in line. This should mean just as much. I certainly hope the media helps the investigating teams find Morante’s killer quickly so that his family can find peace too.

Man shot, killed while working at cellphone store:

We cast out over the deep blue ocean
Our eyes wide open full of hope and wonder
I sit back with my eyes shut, the hot sun beating against my skin
The beads of sweat flood my forehead,
I pay no attention for my thoughts are now on my own tender years
Riding with my parents on the fairy to Martha’s Vineyard
I remember running my feet through all the sand
Playing hide and go seek with my friends without a care in the world
Running between all the house, climbing all the trees
Sitting on my aunt and uncles porch with my cousins
telling story after story as rain beats against our skin
Back to reality now as I hear my daughters voice prompting me to look ahead
My eyes peer upon the light house I’ve been waiting to see
Everyone exchanges waves across the ocean, it’s such a beautiful sight
Small ducks sway in the oceans waters crippled by its pull,
but the ducks are not willing to give up their fight
The boat now turns back to return us to the dock
Now with the wind firmly on our backs, pushing thoughts of the day to the front of our heads
A trip well traveled on the big blue ocean carrying thoughts of today and yesterday.