JULIE RYBICKI her last days.

I continue to miss my sister Julie after her long battle with Cancer, I am dedicating this blog for her, for she would want it.


When you lose a sibling, it is indescribable, only I know what is going on, but my words will help.


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Room 8115a Last Days

Julie, lies pale, lifeless, flaccid still.


We sing her songs.


Friends tell her stories.


Julie tightly grips mother's hand.


"She squeezed my hand, She squeezed my hand, thank you Julie for that gift,"




Her head is shaved.


I visualize her with bright red lips as in her Iva Poems.


I WANT HER TO LEAP UP SCREAMING!!



'TONY I love you, your my favorite Brother."


Instead I closely whisper in her pale ear.


"I love you."




Humming Edward Lear "Nonsense" verses all night.


Singing her songs, and saying prayers at her bedside.


Mother. "Angie" will not sleep.


Together-watching "The Wizard of Oz."


Friends visit, unable to believe.


Julie drowns slowly.


Her lungs fill with a cruel black tide.


I drive Dad home.


Mother and Sue have watch in room 8115a.


While cooking beef soup, and sandwiches.


Julie's choking on Stagnant water.


Father sits in the Lazy boy.


While putting away the dishes, Sue calls -Julie's dead.


The waves have swallowed her lungs.


Dragging her into a sea of death.


Father and I weep;


small tears, turn into streams.


Cold, Shallow, Salty
I will miss you Jules

Tony Moulds


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Julies last conversation with her Brother.


She has no hair, red blotchy sores in her mouth, and face.


Thier are several tubes and machines staked in her waorn body.


The lack of or too much morphine, causes her to stop conversations and sleep.


The Nurses check her vitals, adding blood, insulin, antibiotics and anti-depressants.


The Medical Equipment a Morbid Metronome, clicking out of beat, as her body is broken.


Mother and I rubbed lotion on her dry forehead, taking of her socks Jule's feet are


bruised, with black toenails falling off.


Her ankles resemble marshmellows, swollen to the heals.




Together we watched the "Wizard of Oz"


She held my latex gloved hand and Quoted Dorthy, as she sang "Somewhere over the Rainbow."


I weep as she fell asleep.


I watch Mother and father stare at Julie's Wight Body, breathing.


We are not Over The Rainbow- Julie Is Not Over The RainBow.

Tony Moulds
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I wrote this note and put on Julie Rybicki's Grave, and My brother in law the poet said it was cool, so I made it into a poem, and I reciteit as the Lords Prayer,when visiting her grave in Montague Michigan, MNT Calvary cementary.






I MISS YOU JULIE


I miss you when ten Pm hits and I cannot call.


I miss your infectious smile, your tired voice.


I miss your loving support when others say nothing.


I miss sitting on Mother's couch, next to you.


I miss singing Christmas Carols, around The Blue House's Fireplace.


Your words are in the books you have given too my Family, love notes inside each jacket.


Your Images are on photos,but your warmth is gone, cold-dead-beutiful.


I miss your Hugs,Kisses-punches in my arm.


I have no one too tease-tell the truth, without judgement.


Your voice is gone, only a memory, scattered around the like the dust in my house.


Julie, your soul will be in my Vegatable garden, I will weed with you watching.


Your painless tears will water the beans from above.


I will love plant's like I never have before.


You are in this earth Mount Calvary Cemetery -Montague Michigan.


I will visit your grave, place turtles on your Bed, and recite Edward Lear poems to your lovely

Ivory Bones Below.


I miss your stupid Dogs Booger, and Sparky, your Dudes.


I want to love as you have.


To hear your voice, hold your hand , embracing your soul.

Tony Moulds


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