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John – #poetry – #NaPoWriMo

23 Thursday Apr 2020

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In Loving Memory of John Freda 1968-2020


You left
Before I
Could say goodbye
I sit
And can’t help
But wonder why

You were taken
So soon
From us, away
Though
In our hearts
You’ll forever stay

I loved
Your kindness
Your gentle soul
But, alas,
Your absence
Will take its toll

On so many,
Who will never know
Your spirit
Or the sound
Of your laughter,
I can still hear it

A man
Who cared
For so many, but he
“Reach out,
I’m here,
If you ever need me”

A phrase
He would say to me,
Again & again
He’d listen,
And comfort,
And never complain

John,
You were truly
A wonderful friend
And
To our Alyssa,
You were a godsend

Now
You’re an angel,
In Heaven above
At peace
With our Lord,
Embraced in His love.

 

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Image by John Freda

Never got to say goodbye…

22 Wednesday Apr 2020

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Dear friends,

It is with a very heavy heart that I tell you, we have lost a member of the WordPress community, a man who was a very dear friend to me and my family, and who treated my daughter like a sister.  They were movie buddies, among other hobbies.

John Freda passed away this morning from COVID-19.  He was 51 years young.

John has a blog on WP called The Magic Shop.  He truly enjoyed writing and I truly enjoyed our banter back and forth about it.  We kept each other in line, making sure we were writing, even if we didn’t feel like it.  He had been quiet for most of this year, trying to find his way back to putting pen to paper.  He truly enjoyed Fandango’s FOWC, and participated in it frequently.

John was a gentle soul, a man who would give you anything he could.  I am honored to be able to call him my friend, my dear friend.

Please keep his Mom & Dad in your prayers.  Both have the virus.  Mom is on a ventilator, Dad fell and broke his back.  Neither know they have lost their son…

 

Flight

25 Sunday Mar 2018

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Hello all!, I’d like to introduce you to my dear friend, John. John writes short stories and poetry. I am honored to be his muse for the poem below. Please enjoy, and kindly hit that follow button to welcome John to an awesome community! Thank you!!

johnfreda's avatarThe Magic Shop

She types, she flies.

Boxed in, blinders on.

Automatic responses, with no soul.

A fear of dreams.

Oblivious potential.

The masses stay grounded.

Their visions of magic never performed.

Some reveal themselves.

Let their voice be felt.

An escape from the norm.

Passion feeds the creation.

And of the one who types, her words take her to limitless heights.

Most stay put within the grind, their creative breath held within.

But the Night Owl soars above us, her soul on an endless flight of wonder.

For D.D.

Thank you.

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