Archive | May 2013

When God Takes All YOU Have

So many people would be asking, “WHY?” when God takes all they have from them.

The way I look at this situation, it all belongs to HIM anyway.

Ray and I are going through so much now. I wish I could say I have some decisions to make, but it is all out of my hands. I have said my peace, but nothing I say can do any good, because Ray is in control of all decisions.

We will end up losing all we have! He will not do anything!! No getting in touch with the real estate person, or taking the paperwork to the man who needed it this week to buy the business.

If I have to start over, I will…….ALONE!

I am so sick when he cares nothing for how I feel. I hope he will be happy, alone too.

Dee Bradley


Moore, Oklahoma

Please pray for the people in Moore, Oklahoma where the tornado hit.

My heart hurts for the 7 little children that lost their lives in the school, but that is only a small part of what has happened to this State. And Granbury, TX that was hit just a few days before. The man across the street from us lost his business when the oak tree fell across his trucks and hit his house.

Lord, I know it could be us. Our trees could come down on us. A tornado could wipe us away. It is hard enough that Ray has not worked since the first of April and he had open heart surgery. I had a double mastectomy on February 7th and I never had the chance to get over that one, before I had to have two more surgeries for infection in my right breast. This is my sixth week after the last surgery. HA! I never had the chance to recuperate.

I am so blessed!

Thank you Lord, for all Your mercy on Ray and me.

Dee Bradley




May 10th was Janieythe Elizabeth Claybrook Carter Blake’s Birthday

I just called her Jan. She was my best friend since we were five years old. Her grandmother (Jessie) and my grandmother (Nettie) were sisters. So doing the cousins twice removed stuff, we were branch kin.

I do so remember when we were in school, as little girls, we would hold hands. I remember also, when she told me, she couldn’t hold my hand any longer, we were too old. I was just crushed.

We rode horses, played basketball, rolled our hair on big soup cans with gobs of Dippity-Doo hair gel and long hair pins early on Saturday mornings, so our hair would be full and STRAIGHT for our double dates with Johnny and Jimmy. Oh my goodness how I lived for those nights.

I was Jan’s maid of honor when she married Johnny O. Carter. She had gone with him since she was 15 he was so much older than she. She did graduate High School. I think it would have killed Loette, her mom, if she hadn’t graduated.

We used to go to Smith Mountain, to the fire tower, and we were skipping school. We didn’t do anything, but enjoy being away from everything.

Oh how I remember when I was with Jimmy on a date. We were double-dating, and scared I would make a mistake. The guys got out to go in the store. Jan turned around and looked at me as if I had two heads. She screamed at me, “Will you please loosen up some! For Goodness sake, he is not going to break you if you let him touch you. Let him put his arm around you! Do something!” I remember, when he got back into the car, I grabbed him and planted a kiss on him that would have curled his toes. She looked around and said, “I didn’t say eat him up!” Mortified! He didn’t seem to notice.

And I could tell you many times of when we laughed until we cried at things that didn’t seem to matter to others. I would go with her to her daddy’s, when her parents divorced, and we would ride horses all weekend. I loved being with her, all the time.

Johnny was not allowed at Herman’s house. Her daddy was so strict on her it was scary.

I remember when Herman took us to town so we could get our driver’s license. That would take a whole chapter of FUNNY to tell you all the things we did, but to put it mildly, it was good that Herman was a Deputy Sheriff for the County. We would have NEVER gotten our license if Trooper Dozier was not such good friends with Herman. When I failed to give all my turn signals, failed to show I was stopping in the middle of the road, and could NOT keep Herman’s car cranked, Dozier gave me my license. And Jan leveled a parking meter, trying to parallel park. Trooper Dozier told Herman to take us to the country and teach us how to drive. He did!

Jan and I were friends, all the way to the time she called me when she knew she was dying with cancer. I spent several weeks, almost every time I could break away to get to Lake Martin, to see her. We sat and talked about the Bible, our lives, our loves and our mistakes. By this time, she was re-married to Ed Blake and had been so happy with Ed. She had a son with Johnny, Jamey. But Jamey could not love Ed any more than he did his own daddy.

The only trouble I had with Jan, she was an active alcoholic. I talked with her every time I could about her drinking. She never believed herself to be an alcoholic. They never do! I talked with her sister, Ellen and even her brother James Oscar Claybrook, who was the head of the FBI in Alabama. They all told me they had tried to reach out to her. You could not help someone who did not want help was their answer.

Ellen called me, when she knew she was dying. I spent the last few days with Jan. I left the one night I needed to stay with her. She died through the night, and I was just destroyed. (I will never forget Ray would not go with me to her funeral.) I helped give her eulogy and I spoke at the graveside. I truly know what loving someone is like and losing them.

I loved Jan with a pure love from my heart! She was closer than a sister.

When I pray each morning, I ask the Lord to tell her hello for me.

I know she is waiting for me, and we will ride horses, eat for seven years and never gain a pound, and we will be in mansions side-by-side.

Jan, I miss you more as each year rolls by, but I am closer to seeing you too.

God, tell her she is so loved and missed…

Dee Bradley  5/10/2013

What CHAPTER are you living in?

I heard another story Wednesday I have to share! Chapter 1-I was walking down the street and fell in a pot-hole in the street. Chapter 2-I was walking down the street and I walked up to the pot-hole and slipped and fell in. Chapter 3-I was walking down the street and I tried to walked around the edge of the hole but stumbled and fell in. Chapter 4-I walked around the hole. Chapter 5-I took another street!

Some of us just can’t learn…….when we continue to let people hurt us, we have to learn to leave those people out of our sight and stay off their street! We cannot let them come into our boundaries. I have ONE OF THOSE PEOPLE in my life….and I hope I have learned! I don’t want to be on the same street she is on, no matter what!! If I could keep my grandchildren away from her, I would, but that is not in my boundary.

Dee Bradley


I’m not sure they’re gonna be worth it

The doctor said he thought it would just take time for me to get through this pain in my chest. My breast reconstruction is nothing but a ‘pain’.

I did go to my plastic surgeon on Monday, and I had to go back again today by 9am to find out why I was having excruciating pain in my breasts!! I mean I was crying out loud, with tears running down my face, and declaring I didn’t care if I had boobs or not! This is now bad it was today!! When I got to the doctor’s office, I was not in the best of moods, and Dr. Robinson took a look at them both and said this is what it takes to get a set of new breasts. I had to suck it up and be strong….not in those words, but this is what it amounted to.

I was ready to tell him to take me across the road to the hospital, take the blame expander out, and we would forget my cantaloupe size boobs. I would handle putting in a size D false boob every day to get out of this much pain!! He wants me to realize what he had to do to reconstruct my breasts, and he explained what he did to keep the expander in place. That is what I feel sewn into my chest wall. I can feel it. When he starts pumping them up, I am going to be in this much pain, or more. I don’t know if I can stand it. I may go for kumquat instead of cantaloupes.

So Pain is going to be my best friend for the next six or seven months. I may not get my entire boobs finished until Christmas. This just gives me more time to lose this weight. I have to get outside and walk or I am not going to lose anything but more time.

Prayers and dreams are great, but I have to put action behind my losing weight.

Thanks for listening to my VENT for the night……..

Dee B…..