Tara Williams
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I am a mother, grandmother, full time basketball coach, teacher and tutor as well as a part time sports writer for a local newspaper. Love to write so I'm following my heart, chasing dreams! Walking in the gift GOD has blessed me with!
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The Heeded Call
WHOOO! WHOOO! Every night, I could hear that sound from the dilapidated house down the road. Every night without fail. WHOOO! WHOOO! I sometimes couldn’t sleep at night, hearing that dreaded sound. Some nights it kept me up, some nights it met me up. I can’t say it was actually the owl that was the cause of my insomnia. I remembered as a child my great-grandmother used to say the sound of a barn owl hooting at night was a signal for death. Lord knows I didn’t need any more of that to come my way. With all I had lost in the last year, I wanted to just move forward and life to be the same again.
By Tara Williams4 years ago in Fiction
Warm Memories
A lady laughed at me today after she asked me what I was eating. I politely said, “I’m eating a bologna and cheese sandwich.” She answered back saying, “You couldn’t afford to get ham or turkey?” I said, “I can afford WHAT THE HELL I want, I CHOSE to eat that.” Before I thought about it, I commenced to explain to her in a very irritated attitude that there was absolutely nothing wrong with eating bologna and cheese. She took those words, turned and walked away.
By Tara Williams4 years ago in Families
Family Legacy
There I was, sitting on the front pew and all I could think about was the last words she whispered to me in my ear at the hospital. She had been sick a long time, she was tired, the chemo had just about worn her completely down and I was glad she was no longer in pain. As I glanced at all the flowers, the beautiful arrangements clustered about the church, I couldn’t help but think she would have loved them all, especially the beautiful white roses. Those were her favorite and those were the last bunch I brought to her in the hospital. Then my mind went to the room. Her voice was weak and low but I remembered she summoned me to put my ear to her mouth. She whispered these words in my ear, “Look under the sewing kit in the Hope chest. I’ve had it for years and I want you to take possession of it now. It was given to me by my mother and I was saving it for you.” I couldn’t help but remember how her hand grabbed mine and although very frail and weak, she clutched my hand like she knew it was the last time she would. So many things, so many memories flooded my mind while I sat there, I never heard the Director ask the family to stand. It was hard to keep the tears at bay, but as I followed the casket out of the church and to the hearse, I knew it was my turn to say goodbye.
By Tara Williams5 years ago in Families
