I don’t see myself as poet or author. I’m just a woman who finds solace in the process of writing. It’s a spiritual journey. When I write I feel like I am sitting with God. Some of the content might be offensive; it’s not directed at anyone. I put my raw feelings down and sometimes it’s not pretty. Life isn't always wrapped in a beautiful package. I have learned to deal with this by writing. I hope these words speak to your heart as they have mine! ~Andrea~
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LIGHT
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My Thoughts on Death, My Dad, God, and Kaylee
11/17/23
By Andrea Tadpole-Broussard
I found out that someone on the other side of my granddaughter Kaylee's family died today. I messaged with her about it. That got me to thinking about death and grief, and we who are left on this side to deal with it. I started writing my thoughts below. I have not written in a while. I have felt as though my pen has run dry, and there is no ink left to refill it. I have been afraid the words have died inside me. For me, the words inside me are my music to share with the world. I will not let my music die inside me!! So, my beautiful Kaylee, this is for you. I hope it makes sense to you. I love you more!
This may sound crazy to you, but I think those who have gone "home" before us are the lucky ones. They are in Heaven, where there is no pain or sorrow. They are right there with Jesus. How incredibly awesome is that?! The part that brings deep grief for me, though, is that we are not together physically. That part is hard.
I miss my Daddy so much! Yet, I know he is around us all in spirit, even you, his beautiful "Kacey." My Daddy always gave those he loved deeply a nickname, and that was yours. Kaylee, you need to know that he always bragged about you, and he loved you deeply. One time, he told me that you were a beautiful, unexpected gift and angel that God had brought to him and our family. I completely agree. We all love you deeply!
Death is hard. Grieving the loss of those we loved so deeply sometimes feels never-ending and hopeless. Yet, we have the hope that when our time it done in this crazy world, we will be together again. Do not take me wrong, I am not suicidal. I just know how beautiful the day will be when we all meet together in Heaven. Zoey and Mikey are there too, and I know they are gorgeous. Our ancestors, whom we have never met, are there too. It is something I can only see with my heart, not my worldly eyes.
I am sorry that I am blabbing on and on. I just know how absolutely gorgeous Heaven is. So, as much as I deeply miss and long for those who have gone on before me, I know they are whole and healthy again, and we will be together again someday. That thought brings my aching soul some comfort.
I believe our loved ones in Heaven bring us signs to let us know they are still with us in spirit, are around us, and are always watching over us to protect us. Let me give you an example. My Dad always comes to me as a crow. There was this one crow that I swear followed me everywhere for a long time. Every time I would go to a store, as soon as I opened the car door, that crow was right there. It would start dancing like crazy, jumping up and down, and twisting and turning in circles. The crow's dance reminded me of the fancy dancers that I would watch as a child when we went to the annual powwow. They were all decked out in these beautiful feathers. I knew this crow was my Dad. He would make me laugh so hard! I still see it once in a while, but not as often. I had been missing the signs my Dad would send me, and I asked him to bring me some again, that I missed him and wished I could talk to him about all my worries. I went on about my day and forgot about my request.
The other day, I was driving back from Oklahoma City with Andre. We were in downtown traffic, sitting at a red light that was taking forever to change to green. I was lost in my thoughts about things coming up in the future that I am concerned about, and I was making a feable attempt at saying a silent prayer to calm my mind.
All of a sudden, I looked around and realized that I was completely surrounded by crows. I do not mean just a couple of crows, I mean a whole huge flock of crows. They were on the traffic lights, power lines, on the ground, on the bridge in front of me, and on every corner. It was insane the amount of crows that surrounded me! Then, I remembered that I had asked my Dad a few days before for a sign that he was with me and everything would be okay. I busted out laughing hard!! Andre looked at me in total confusion and asked what I was laughing about. I explained everything to him and kept laughing and laughing. Of course, he thought I was crazy. It is just like my Dad to go completely over the top to make me understand that he is still around me even when I do not feel or see it.
When I got home that evening, I thought about the crows and the deep love my Dad and I still share. Then I realized that God's love for us is so much deeper. So massively deep that I am at a loss for words to describe it.
God, just like my Dad, is always there, ever present. Even when everything looks the darkest, when it looks like my whole life is falling down around me, and when I am so frozen in fear that I cannot move, He is always there. He is always working out things for my good. He loves me, not because I am perfect. Lord knows I am far from perfect. I can go from saying a prayer in traffic to flipping someone off all in the same breath. I am a bull in a China closet stumbling through life most days. Yet, God loves me. He loves me because He created me. The grace and mercy that flows from Him to me is never-ending. It washes over all my imperfections. When I am still and I allow God's love to penetrate my wounded heart, I am left in awe of Him. I am so unreservedly blessed and grateful for this.
So, my dear sweet, beautiful Kaylee, I wrote all that to say this, God loves you even more! He looks at you and says, "Look at my beautiful creation! Look how gorgeous her spirit is!! Look at her smile, her tenderness. I am so proud of the woman she is becoming!" My Dad and your Great Grandma Barbara are your loudest cheerleaders in Heaven. Of course, I am here on this side with you, and I am one of your loudest cheerleaders, too. You have had my heart since the day I met you. I do not know if you remember what I told you on your first "Gotcha Day," so let me remind you, "Now I am your grandma forever, and no one can take that away." I will always be here for you, and I will always love you more, Kaylee!! 💜💜💜
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My Two 9/11s
My Two 9/11s
By Andrea Tadpole-Broussard
9/11/23
I had two "9/11s". One was absolutely, gorgeously beautiful and the other gut wrenchingly devastating and horrid. Both altered my view of life massively.
The first 9/11 was on 9/11/2000 when I was there for the birth of my first granddaughter Destiny. I saw her spirit come alive inside of her with this breathtaking golden light. I just stood there speechless and in awe. I understood the immense responsibility I had to teach her about life just like my grandparents did for me. I am very grateful for this gift.
The second 9/11 happened on 9/11/2001. I was attending college at the time and had stopped in the breakroom in between classes. I remember standing next to a classmate who happened to be of the same decent as the alleged bombers. We both stood there holding eachother and sobbing as we watched the towers fall. I remember thinking, "Oh my God! What kind of world will my little granddaughter live in when she is my age? What will my children live in?" When I got home later, I checked in on friends in the NYC area. We had a group AA chat where I could "listen" to them and support them in staying sober.
I live in Tulsa, Oklahoma about 90 miles from Oklahoma City. We went through the bombing of the Murrah Federal Building a few years before 9/11/2001. It was catastrophic in it own way and the day the towers fell all the horror of that day came rushing back.
Ii remember trying to focus on the positive. The only thing I could think of was that our nation, in both instances pulled together. Race, religion, culture, sexual identity, etc did not matter. We were all united and one.
I hope that someday we can be that way all the time instead of only in national tragedies.
May God Bless America 🇺🇸
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Grief Is a Fickle Mistress
Grief Is a Fickle Mistress
By Andrea Tadpole-Broussard
8/18/23
Grief is a
Fickle mistress
One minute
I think I am free
The next
She blind sides me
Grabs my throat
Its hard to breath
Slams my heart
To the ground
I fall apart
A tunsmi of tears
Overtake me
And I cannot see
Memories flood
My mind of
All the time
All the years
We spent together
Just trying
To swim
When one
Would tire
The other
Was there
Like a life vest
To keep our heads
Above the water
So we could
Find rest
And live to fight
Another day
I know you are here
Right by my side
I see you
In the twinkle of
Our grandkids eyes
In the smiles of
My children
In the laughter of
My friends
Yet my heart
Still aches
With throbbing pain
So deep
And the tears
Oh the tears
They never cease
Will I ever
Find relief
I know I must not
Disconnect
I need to stay
Present
And feel
So I can heal
And find peace
Yet the tears
Keep rolling
Because I lost
My very beginning
My best friend
Oh please tell me
When will this
Nightmare end
I have no clue
How to thrive
Or move forward
All I know
Is how to
Survive
Please Lord tell me
What to do
I am working hard
To come back
To myself
To find peace
In the midst of this hell
I have got to
Find relief
I am grasping at
Keys
Trying every door
In hopes
That one will open
And soothe
My aching soul
So I will
Keep trudging
The path
Set before me
Try to remember
The wisdom
You gave me
God and family first
Love above all else
Your body is gone
And oh how miss you
Yet I know
Your spirit
Your essence
And love
Will always
Be with me
Till we meet again
I love you Daddy 💜😢💖🐸
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Ruminating
37 Years Sober
37 Years Sober
By Andrea Tadpole-Broussard
7/5/1986
Today I quietly celebrated 37 years sober. To say that I am grateful is a huge understatement. There are several angels that I owe my life to. They were there in the beginning and continued to love me and guide me through the 12 steps Carla McHenry, her brother Lewis, Harold Inman, George Gibbs, Bonnie, Beverly and Ozart, and so many others. They believed in me when I could find nothing to believe in much less myself.
When I look at all I have been through since I got sober, my heart feels so blown away. Here I was this 10 foot tall, bullet proof, pissed off at the world, 23 year old girl. At least that is the attitude I projected to everyone to keep people away. My whole life revolved around finding and using alcohol and drugs to the point I nearly lost custody of my kids. It was only God's grace that kept us together.
I have been so blessed since I got sober. Life has not been perfect. I have made many mistakes and stupid choices along the way. Yet, God has always been there for me. His grace and mercy are neverending.
I have been fortunate enough to raise my children, Sedrick and Alicia and they are beautiful adults now They make me proud. They have given me the most amazing grandchildren!
Destiny, Kaylee, Bella, Courtney and Michael all have my heart. I see the future in their eyes. My oldest granddaughter Destiny is going to make me a great-grandmother soon too! How awesome is that?
I know that without my sobriety I would have died many years ago. I would have missed out on some of the most beautiful moments with my family. Those are things money cannot buy. So, I am very grateful to God for keeping me clean and sober one day at a time since 7/5/1986.