Tag: Autism

Walking for Progress

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Walking for Progress

If you would like to Sponsor me for my QCP 5K Walk on Saturday, March 30th you can either access the Link or you can send your donations via PayPal at deborah.palmer280@gmail.com.

Stephen and I Thank you.

I will add your name to Our Supporters List.

Stephen Loves M&Ms. In some of the photos he’s in the M&Ms Zone.

QCP Footsteps for Progress 5k Walk

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QCP FOOTSTEPS FOR PROGRESS 5K WALK

https://app.mobilecause.com/vf/QCPFOOTSTEPS/DeborahPalmer

Footsteps for Progress

Queens Centers for Progress

A Walk to Benefit People with Developmental Disabilities.

Saturday, March 30th, 2019

81-15 164th Street, Jamaica, NY 11432

718-380-3000

http://www.queenscp.org

My brother Stephen. My Life.

Fundraising for Queens Centers for Progress. QCP Bellerose is the Organization that cares for my brother Stephen who has Autism.
Please donate to QCP so that they may not only continue but expand programs and services for developmentally disabled children and adults. Thank you!

The Peregrine

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The Peregrine

Some things are Lost That You don’t Get Back. Thoughts are consumed by memories put on replay. An endless loop of hope filled Happier times.

One always grieves for what and Who is Lost.

Losing yourself is the most deeply felt. Rearranging atoms and molecules.

So many Thoughts went on in Her head as she sat by the empty bed. Sometimes at Night She would lay across his bed not so much for sleep as that had eluded her for weeks, but rather to absorb his scent which was slowly dissolving with passing time.

His bedroom now a divine sacred place where I shower altars with copious tearful offerings.

Fading like dissipated mist. And that bird. Not native to these parts. It first appeared two weeks before his transition. Warbling with all its heart it’s song brought a peace to my suffering child. Eased his pain. Interrupted nonstop seizures.

Comforting my Paradise child through his Souls transition from Time into eternity.

He once terrestrial in the blink of a moment became Celestial.

On the day of the funeral, a Gravesite service entire flocks of various avian species serenaded better than the most skillful singers.

The Groundskeeper

So Many Wrong Doors. Wrong Doors are open while Keys to the correct Doors are Lost.

The Repo man stole Her heart then Her Life. She was found among Laurel and cypress trees.

Ashes to ashes. Dust to Dust. In a daze waiting for someone to wake her up telling Her that it was all a bad Dream. As the Funeral Director guides her through the motions She realizes that this is her New reality.

She is an open wound seeping blood and pus.

Heaven Gains More Angels.

While all Left to She and Her are gravestones marked with Names, birth and death dates. Only Her and She know the story behind the dash.

Yet lately I’ve heard a familiar warbling. A persistent chirp. A persistent breeze turning the spokes of his old bike not ridden in months.

A Vague flash of Angel Wings caressing face engulfing my being with his presence.

Mommy it’s alright now. It’s alright.

I Can Only Imagine by Mercy Me

After Edward Hopper

AM I THE ONLY ONE?

Isolation

Dedicated to Zoey and Cecilia who both lost their disabled children to the Angels of Death.

The Trees are Crying

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I made this painting to honor and give tribute to mostly forgotten and ignored caregivers. The Mom whose son has Autism was especially specifically on my mind.

The general public expects us to be strong and stoic. Never asking for help or even admitting that we also have hopes, dreams and desires. Caregivers are seen as some sort of Superhuman Superheroes. Except that Life is not a series of comic book panels where the Hero can regenerate themselves. We get sick and we die.

We die with our Needs unmet and our Voices forever Silenced.

When we’re in trouble there’s nowhere to go and nobody to turn to. Who cares for the Caregivers?always our Voices are lost because no one hears our cries.

Holidays are especially difficult because you’re under pressure to do so much. Expected to do activities that you can no longer do for whatever reason. Abandoned by family, society and government. .

Yet you Learn Silence with a Smile because that’s what is wanted of you. Like a trained seal that balances a rubber ball on its nose in order to get a stingy ration of one thin bony Fish. Now clap then disappear so that the rest of us can continue in undisturbed comfort.

Tears at The Oasis