For Ray, Three Years Gone, Forever in My Heart

Ray, I have come home to be near you. To rest beside you when my time comes in the glory of the desert where we met 30 years ago. On my birthday, January 25th, 2017, he walked for me for me. He was recovering from a massive surgery and doing very well. Until infection got him – and not in the V.A. but the outsourced Medicare Rehabilitation Center.

Ray walking on my birthday less than two weeks before he died

I was nearly arrested because they would not let me in to see him despite my right as his wife. They locked down the facility and left me, an oncology patient, in the pouring rain. I wish they had let me in. I’d have caught that damned infection and we would be resting together. Life without him is still agony. It’s less agony as time goes on, but to lose him was losing the only human in my life who literally STOOD for and with me.

“NO MATTER WHAT”

It was his motto, this brave warrior dead before despotic world leaders pretend who did not serve their nation in Vietnam much less spend the rest of a damaged life medically caring for the rural poor, serving Native American reservations and the homeless even when Ray himself was homeless.

What I left hospice with after Ray died

My mother was also battling Non-Hodgkins Lymphoma. Stubborn me went to work when I was already deemed beyond medical improvement with 2 medical diseases expected to end in death. I tried to save them all, and I couldn’t. I spiraled into such hell and it only got worse as my mother’s illness and death followed on the very day of the Las Vegas Mass Shooting.

She and I were both betrayed deeply by her partner, whom I believe is guilty of negligent homicide. He had a secret girlfriend. My mother could not walk or drive. She never drank alcohol yet somehow bottles of Vodka walked up the hill. He and I were engaged in a brutal war because I knew he was up to no good but he fought my being in their 6,000 ft mansion despite my mother’s insistence.

I thought I was being ethical and respecting his boundaries. I asked her to speak with him. In the end, he told me he would take care of me and left me to die and rolled all of the kids insurance money into the trust he controls. When I asked for help, he told me I was a worthless lying loser and wanted to steal from him. And that the Chinese were hacking his brain.

When Ray died, that false human’s comment to me was “Oh well, that’s the way it goes.” He was of age but never served in Vietnam either because he was in University and never drafted.

Making burial arrangements for Ray

I failed them all because I thought they shared a greater ethic. I truly believed we were a strong, loving family. I made the biggest mistakes of my life.

Ray stood up and walked on my birthday in 2017. He died less than two weeks later. I was on medical leave from Vivaldi Browser. They sent beautiful flowers in his memory and two days later fired me while on medical leave as his body was being lowered into the sacred earth. And accused me of setting all this up just to socially engineer a lawsuit.

Oh we're so sorry, love vivaldi by the way you are firerd

Talk about unfit.

I own my failures. I will regret them for the rest of my life. Yet people still see me as insane when the legally measured reality is that I am not. I have endured a lifetime of traumas now deemed by the World Health Organization (but not the DSM-V) as Complex PTSD (C-PTSD) along with two of the most deadly and rare oncohematalogic diseases a human can have.

I may be a widow but I remain married and true to the one flesh and blood human in my immediate life who showed me the real meaning of love, and it ain’t just the failings I must and will own and somehow find a modicum of peace.

Not one perpetrator of people who left shit at my door has ever owned or attempted amends.Talk about unwell.To all who knew and loved Sgt. Ronald Raymond Poore, decorated Navy Corpsman who died from Agent Orange disease despite being the strongest man with the most desire to stay alive in our rarest of happy marriages and modest, honest life, thank you for honoring a man who never expected a thing from anyone, even love.

For those who dismissed and denied his dignity, Karma is truly a bitch, as I clearly have learned.

I miss you every moment of every day of my life, dear husband. And I am working to ensure that we will rest together in peace when the time comes.

Tea for three
You and me
and a kitty named Honey

Social Media and Human Kindness

While most of the social media world watches the worst of human failings around the globe, imagine my shock and awe to find out that Social Media is and can still be used as a force for individual, community and global good.

This audio clip has to be one of the most kind, sincere and helpful responses I have personally ever had from a major organization such as The United Health Care Group which is a ginormous provider of more insurance and programs of such complexity it’s impossible for me to quite understand just how understanding and helpful they are proving to be.

When I met the Internet, and then the Web with a 300 baud modem and Lynx  on a terminal as my browser, the empowerment for all humans at all layers of society (and support for those who wish to be involved yet might not have the resources to do so) was what hit my heart and became not just a career, but a true mission to see technology used to help rather than harm.

Sometimes we need a reminder that there are still good works and that doesn’t happen in a vacuum. Although I will say the gentleman who called deserves the nickname I have bestowed upon him: “Alexander the Great.”

I’ve left out his personal message at the end as he actually gave me his own phone number. There is no gratitude enough than to celebrate the enduring hearts that beat for love and kindness.

Text of message as recorded and to my understanding:

“Hi, good afternoon. My name is Alexander calling from United Health Care leaving a message for Molly Holzschlag. Hi Ms. Holzschlag, I am calling on behalf of the Executive Offices with United Health Care.

We became aware at the Executive Offices of a social media post placed in regards to a desperate need for social care and care management you’ve been trying to find in both Nevada and Arizona. I know you’re in Arizona right now so we wanted to reach out and connect with you, see what questions we could answer.

One thing I did before making this outreach though is I did check with our registered nurses and those who run the care management programs. They did confirm that you are valid for one of our great care management programs, The Patient-Centered Care Model Program. I think could really benefit a lot of the answers and requests that you were making in the social media posts.

Things such as having a medically trained staff to speak with on an ongoing basis about conditions, coordinating home health care and things like that. So I want to provide you with that information and also the number you can call back with them. I spoke with them earlier today and they are standing by to take your call right away.

Their number is . . .  [rest redacted for legal privacy under HIPPA]”

Bravo, humanity. Now shut off the TV and spend time caring, loving, doing and being cared for, being loved and getting the hard work actually done and not just talked about.

Gratitude, Infinite.

This Heart

This Heart

It’s a dream of horses running
Of green fields and fresh air

It’s a dream, a dream of loving
a world of truth, a touch of care.

It’s a dream that I hold high
Higher than a rainbow
Much more precious than gold

It’s a dream that has come along
With your love as it touches my soul

This heart will never fall in love again
For now there is no need
This heart has learned to be as one again
Not broken apart
For now there is you

It’s not what they say
It’s not a hard road
It’s not brittle or covered with stone
But it’s not what I ever thought it would be
I am whole but never alone

And even when I think of the long dark years
I cannot suffer for them
When you are near
Your touch, your voice, your love has
Washed away the fear

This heart will never fall in love again
For now there is no need
This heart has learned to be as one again
Not broken apart
For now there is you

It’s a dream, it’s a dream, it’s a dream…

Love’s Immortal Fountain

Art is how we learn ourselves. I am reminiscing as a birthday is upon me soon. My song “Love’s Immortal Fountain” brought to life in the adobe Kiva-inspired #Sanctuary with my Courage Sister dearest Patty Sundberg and Phil ‘Alpaca’ Stephens on strings.

Freely offered with support from the forever loved and will-be-made-a-saint Reverend John Fife of Tucson, Arizona.

Love’s Immortal Fountain
Molly E. Holzschlag (with Patty Sundberg and Phil Stephens Live in the Round)

Stars and meteors in the Sedona night
Another man’s arms are keeping me warm,
But I think of you
I always do

We have a language
Laughter and rhyme
No matter how distant we are
I’ll sing for you still
I always will

We will rage the river
We will scale the mountain
We, we will be healed
By love’s immortal fountain

Stars and meteors,
In the the Sonoran Spring
In my song we are dancing, dancing
and I think of you
I always do

We have a way
Unlike the others
No matter what they say
I’ll sing for you still
I always will

We will rage the river
We will scale the mountain
We will be healed 
By love’s 
Immortal fountain

We will rage the river
We will scale the mountain
We will be healed
By love’s 
Immortal Fountain

By . . . Love’s Immortal Fountain

Postcard From Haiti

It was the 80s, I was a kid, but I knew the darkness of the world. Didn’t you?

I’d forgotten I’d written much less recorded this piece. Analog. As introduced, it was in fact done in the 80s!

Somehow The Sand Rubies (then ‘The Sidewinders’), Howe Gelb, Dave Slutes, Marc Loeb, Ed DeLucia – names resounding in music history now ended up helping me seriously jam on my composition produced by Larry Sakin’s ‘Kept in the Dark’ records (they were, as it turns out): “Postcard from Haiti.”

So here I am 30 some years ago playing rhythm guitar and singing lead vocals. I have wonderful but mostly blurry memory of all the rest. There were spoons involved. In the Greg Jagiello (who became a Web developer) ‘I play whatever is near me’ section, you naughty ‘got a reference’ kids!

It was the 80s. It is always a dark time. Have we really changed at all?

Postcard From Haiti

Molly E. Holzschlag (ca. 198?)

It came in the mail the other day
A postcard from Haiti
It showed the sun setting softly in the sky

It must be the Voodoo on the postcard
I dreamed the Tonton Macoute had taken my father

Postcard from Haiti
Filled with sorrow
Filled with poverty
Postcard from Haiti

It came in the mail the other day
A postcard from Soweto
It showed the sun setting blood red in the sky

It must be the poison on the postcard
I dreamed that Botha’s men had taken my father

Postcard from Soweto
Filled with sorrow
Filled with revolution
Postcard from Soweto

It came in the mail the other day
A postcard from Washington DC
It showed the sun setting with power and beauty and grace

It must be the money (the money)
That was sent with the postcard
I dreamed that greed had taken my father

Postcard from Washington
Postcard from Soweto
Postcard from Haiti

Postcard from Haiti