Normal to Zero/Threads From the Tapestry

Life is an intricate tapestry, its delicate threads woven by many hands,

the images drawn with love, hate and fear,

painted with hues of laughter and tears,

each thread a memory, a wish, a desire

of the fledgling soul as it ignites the fire

within our hearts.

It is a challenge, when a snag appears, to let it be,

eager to repair the damage so that none will see,

we pull and tuck until the beauty unravels more,

leaving great holes in the perfection that could be.

If only we, contented, gently stroked the worn

and torn bits and, stepping back,

admire the subtle changes

that define a life of love

and not of lack.


My Father passed away two days ago. I have a full, yet broken heart at this time. I am looking at the tapestry, seeing the faded places with loving memory, each small imperfection proof that we lived fully, courageously and with purpose. The road is paved with thorns and strewn with roses. There cannot be one without the other. I will remember you, Daddy. 


Clifton C Kimble 

1936-2020

A Warrior for Love














Hallelujah...



Life Is a Tapestry...


And finally, one of his favorites..



Now, Daddy...go play ball! ❤️❤️❤️








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  1. I am so sorry, for your loss, Cheryl. You are a living tribute to his life.

    Please take care.

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    1. Thanks Dan. I sure hope he would agree with you. He definitely treated me like a treasure.

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  2. My heart reaches for yours, Cheryl. May this tribute give you comfort and may he rest in peace.

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  3. Sorry for your loss Cheryl. Remember and treasure the blessings. Peace

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  4. I am so very sorry for your loss Cheryl . . .

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    1. Thank you Pam. He will be missed but is always with me.

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  5. I am so sorry for your loss Cheryl. Deeply sorry.

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  6. Thanks Lara. His i print will always be on my soul. My indigenous roots come from his side. I never found out exactly what tribe. When I asked he always made a joke because he had never found out, but he was deeply rooted in appreciating indigenous ways and Native peoples.

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  7. I'm so sorry for your loss. There are no words. HUGS

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    1. No words are necessary, Marian. Thank you so much. 🤗

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  8. So sorry for your loss...They never leave us...as we always carry them in our heart and mind.
    Take care dear. Hugs your way.

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