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Alan Jackson

Posted in Celebrities, Cemetery, Death, Ghosts, Haunting, Legacy, Music, Spirits, Tragic death, Video Clips with tags , on February 28, 2015 by Morguie

Last night we went down to Los Angeles to see Alan Jackson in concert. It was a great show, celebrating 25 years in country music, for him.

We thought we’d share the video, “Midnight in Montgomery,” with you today. His story of the ghost of Hank Williams, Sr.


Happy Mother’s Day–Dedication to My Daughter, Holly

Posted in Death, Faith, Family, Future, Gratitude, Grief, Hope, Inspiration, Insurance, Kindness, Life, Loss, Love, Mourning, Parenting, Philosophy, Relationships, Thought For Today, Wisdom with tags , , , , , , on May 11, 2014 by Morguie
JJ, Noodle, Harley and Holly  Christmas 2013

JJ, Noodle, Harley and Holly Christmas 2013


Taken days after we were advised of Baby Noodle’s medical conditions and prognosis, MAR 2012

Happiest Mother’s Day to all who are moms, or have been like a mom to a child.¬† I am dedicating this post to my daughter, Holly. She is a mom with so much strength and love! Holly is my first-born baby girl. She was (still is, actually) affectionately called “Holly Dolly” by everyone as a baby. She makes this mom so proud! I have to tell you why she really is so great in this mother’s eyes — Holly is mom to 2 boys… Justin, whom we call “JJ”, and Nate, better known as “Noodle.”

JJ is a kindergartener. He is such an angelic boy, and a real hit with the ladies. ALL the ladies. He is 6 going on 22 where flirting with the women is concerned! ūüėČ He is going to be a heartbreaker, I think.

Little Nate, our ‘Noodle,’ is a charmer, too. He is just too cute and cuddly. He is extra special, little Noodle.


I, better known as “Grammie,” got to be there in the delivery room with mom and dad as mom gave birth. He is almost 3 now. Grammie¬†won’t lie…the birthing process seemed to be going well. But then…Noodle started having trouble getting out. I took one hand and Holly’s hubby, Harley, had her other and we all worked to push, push, push Nate through. The doctor seemed to be moving in slow-motion as the baby’s head remained firmly stuck in the canal…I felt my heart jump…I was afraid. Then after several long seconds, very long seconds, the head came but it took another 90 seconds to get the first shoulder out right behind. Then, finally, the baby was out. But he wasn’t moving. He didn’t cry. They rushed him to the bassinette¬†and a nursing team went into action, an¬†ambu bag employed to suction him. Someone radioed down for a specialist to assist…after a few moments, as I turned to face the corner to pray and beg God for a good sign, the baby sputtered and choked out a cry. They rushed him away to put him in the nursery in an oxygenated incubator. All seemed to turn out okay. Sort of.


Months passed, and Noodle seemed to be a colicky boy. He flailed his arms and legs most of the waking hours. Then he started exhibiting signs he had a seizure problem. He was taken several times to the Emergency Room at the hospital, when he’d have seizure-type events. My daughter was terrified. We all became worried when he didn’t make any progress with the normal milestones…not sitting…couldn’t even roll over or hold his head up. Her pediatrician insisted he was fine. But he certainly wasn’t. It took months of red-tape and ball-dropping on the part of the medical insurance and referral people who refused to realize he needed to be seen STAT, by a neurology doctor.


After five months, a consult with a specialist down in Los Angeles, finally came. What was only going to be a consultation turned into the worst nightmare. The neuro doctor, who is a teaching specialist for the Adventist healthcare system (read a superior professional in his field), told us they needed the baby to be admitted immediately. He was going to have to run a battery of tests and MRIs and scans, etc.


My daughter fell to pieces with terrible worry and angst. I was so worried but tried to encourage her and support her through this awful day. ¬† ¬† It threw a real kink in life. She had to call her husband…his work gave him a lot of shit about trying to get the day off to come down to L.A. to be with Holly and I while we waited through the night in the infant intensive care unit. He was able to come. The two of them tried to get a little sleep in their car. ¬†It was two days later when the doctor called and requested for us to come for an extremely important conference, to learn about the baby’s condition. The three of us were terrified. Holly, and Harley and I went in. This ‘conference’ was major. There was a full medical team of probably 6 or 8 specialists and other support personnel¬†there.

The neuro doctor began to tell us what would become the most difficult news ever. Noodle had a catastrophic and incurable, serious problem…the doctor ran through his monologue. I sat stunned. I was experiencing utter disbelief. Shock? My heart shattered. The seizures were actually infantile spasms. They discovered he also had cerebral palsy plus¬†a rare and life-threatening type of epilepsy…the very worst kind. This was due to a malformation of the underlying structure of the brain which holds the 2 halves of the brain together…the corpus callosum; actually it was almost non-existent.¬†It is responsible for connecting and enabling the right and left brain to coordinate¬†and communicate, etc. The doctor was pretty upset that my daughter’s pediatrician and insurance put off and seriously delayed urgently needed attention…the five months she had struggled to get the referral was inexcusable; he even hand wrote letters to that effect. .


He said he doubted that it would have changed the outcome, however. This part of the brain was affected in utero…around 5 months’¬†gestation. It wasn’t genetic. Not metabolic in origin. They just didn’t know how or why. My daughter took perfect care during pregnancy. Wouldn’t take caffeine, tylenol. Nothing. Yet…there are people who use drugs, smoke crack, and indulge in alcohol and cigarettes…why are their babies okay? It isn’t fair. ¬† But, at this medical conference, the words that spilled from this neuro doc seemed to all be very dismal, terrible, and negative. He said the baby would be severely disabled…forever.¬† Probably never walk. Not talk. Not be able to be a normal little boy at all. He would forever be like this.¬† He would start receiving 3 or 4 different types of therapies. He would have to be given medications which would damage his already ¬†poor eyesight. Perhaps leave him blind. He would need intensive medical attention from now on. He would need to have surgeries. He has as much as a 30% chance of dying before he turns 10 years old. I fell apart. The kids looked glazed over. They were trying to take it all in. I think they were in shock. There were specialists now in charge of coordinating his care. I asked the social worker and the counselor if there was anyway they could help find a way to accommodate my daughter and her husband…they had no money for hotel. The hospital, White Memorial, was superb in immediately providing them on-campus boarding and food.


I asked if there was ANY positive to this whole prognosis. The doctor was pretty straight-forward and honest with us. This was going to be a life-altering situation for the kids and JJ. When the conference was over, we all left to go into the waiting area until the baby was released. We cried. We were numb.


Then, I went home alone; a 75-mile trip, full of utter despair and non-stop tears. I was angry at God. Wait…I decided there wasn’t a God. I went home and told my man the horrible revelation. ¬†I sobbed like I never sobbed in my life. I screamed and hit things, telling God how awful I thought this was of Him to allow to happen to this innocent, beautiful baby boy. I begged God to allow me trade places with my precious Noodle. I’ve lived my life. I had no need for more. I couldn’t lift a burden this onerous from my poor child…I could not remove this suffering and pain from her and Harley. I decided no God would allow such an aberration. Why!? I demanded and prayed and begged for an answer. I needed to understand WHY this was happening. I needed an answer and a good goddamned reason for this. I cried for three solid days. I cannot tell you how painful that week was…emotionally, spiritually, and physically. I wanted to stop breathing. I wanted that baby to have my life. He deserved nothing less than a chance to be a normal little boy. He’d done nothing to deserve this! The burden remains in my heart…the depression…the true grief of this. The joy had been extinguished from life as far as I was concerned.



My daughter is so special. She has had so much to bear. Terrible angst and many, many trips in ambulances for seizures that got worse. The multiple therapies and appointments. Yet, she managed somehow to stay with her University of Phoenix coursework to become a teacher.¬† She will graduate, getting her Bachelor’s degree June 14.


She is selfless and completely focused on those kids and her husband. They have only really begun life at 26 years of age. And this. Forever a world different from¬†any they had planned to make as a family. Yet the love is abundant. They have mastered the art of handling this. I cannot tell you in any words…the pride. I so admire them both for their ability to make it through these storms and keep¬† upbeat attitudes; that all will be okay, somehow. So much love between them.That’s my¬† little girl…so hard to believe. Awesome. Happiest Mother’s Day, Holly Dolly. Mommy loves you so much! You are my hero. You amaze me. God Bless them. And every other family who has so much adversity to address in life. You are beautiful. And…utterly, completely AMAZING.

God, please, if there might be a spare miracle floating around? Would you remember to think of Nate? In the meantime, I’ll hang desperately to¬†my hope. No one can take that away from me. After all, anything is possible, right God? And God…thanks. Thanks for letting us have our beautiful Nate. We are so grateful to have him in our lives. We are learning a lot from him. ¬† ¬† ¬©2014, C.S. Thompson.

My Oldest Daughter, Holly and her sons--- Baby Nate and Justin 2012

My Oldest Daughter, Holly
and her sons— Baby Nate and Justin

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Posted in Cemetery, Death, Grief, Life, Loss with tags , , , , , on October 30, 2013 by Morguie

EL Dia de los Muertos





If you happen to be in the Los Angeles area, you might be aware of the spectacular festivities that take place over at HOLLYWOOD FOREVER CEMETERY.

This is the 14th Annual L.A. Day of the Dead…I urge everyone to check out the link, at the very least…it is INCREDIBLE! ¬†In fact, it’s a wonder any ‘official business’ (you know what I mean) is ever going on…judging from what I saw of the calendar of events, ¬†The cemetery holds celebrities from the early days of Hollywood¬†movies right up to the rock and roll age of the¬† is a serious attraction for anyone who wants to tour the ‘Hollywoodland‘ ¬†area and maybe take in a movie or a concert, or Halloween event.¬†

HOLLYWOOD FOREVER appears to be a really lively place!

In fact, with thousands of folks celebrating until midnight, it’s enough to wake the dead!!

English: Mexican "Altar de muertos" ...

English: Mexican “Altar de muertos” detail: sugar skull, cempas√ļchitl flower and candle Espa√Īol: Detalle de un altar de muertos: Calavera de az√ļca, flor de cempas√ļchitl y veladora (Photo credit: Wikipedia)


English: Alfeniques are sugar candy that allud...

English: Alfeniques are sugar candy that allude to the day of the dead celebrations in Mexico. Los alfe√Īiques son figuras de azucar que aluden a las celebraciones del d√≠a de muertos en M√©xico. Photo taken in downtown plaza in Leon, Guanajuato, Mexico (Photo credit: Wikipedia

Espa√Īol: concurso del dulce regional de dia de...

Espa√Īol: concurso del dulce regional de dia de muertos en toluca de san jose (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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Liebster Award

Posted in Award, Celebrities, Cemetery, Divorce, FOOD, Funeral Service Professional, Gratitude, High profile criminal cases, Humor, Inspiration, Life, Pets, Relationships with tags , , , , , , , , , on July 10, 2013 by Morguie
Photo of Bette Midler backstage at the Grammy ...

Photo of Bette Midler backstage at the Grammy Awards. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Douglas Fairbanks' grave at Hollywood Forever ...

liebsterI want to thank Lord David Prosser for his thoughtful consideration of my blog to pass this award to me. I am brand-new at this blogging effort and I sure hope I can address the requirements of this award with the grace and style expected of me.

Forgive me ¬†PLEASE…this isn‚Äôt done correctly‚ĶI am quite new to the whole blogging universe and cannot master the controls very well. I didn’t want to leave this thing unacknowledged, but knew if I finally posted my answers, that I would be doing so without an ability or the technical know-how to ‘pass it on’ as it was intended for me to do

BUT, I certainly am honored to be a recipient of this award and pleased to present my answers to the following:

11 Random Facts About Myself:

  1. I once had dinner at Douglas Fairbanks Jr.’s crypt, located inside the Hollywood Forever Memorial Park. It was an elegant affair, if not just a bit unorthodox. 
  2. I embarked on my quest to become a funeral director and embalmer at age 32. It was the most difficult, albeit most personally rewarding work I’ve done.
  3. I adopted a California Desert Tortoise in 2012. His name is Sheldon.
  4. I made a parachute jump from 12,500 feet at age 35.



  1. I graduated from Mortuary Science college with Dean‚Äôs List and President‚Äôs Honor Roll distinctions in 1999. I was a better student in my 30s than I’d been in high school.
  2. I am fascinated by rattlesnakes; terrified to death of spiders.
  3. I accepted a ride from a guy who worked at the same agency as me…he turned out to be a prolific serial rapistmurderer!¬†AKA “The Westside Rapist”.**SEE LINK BELOW (He’d been linked to as many as 33 murders when they arrested him).
  4. I have been to Queensland, Australia—the furthest I have ever traveled from home.The best vacation I ever took.¬†
  5. I have a secret desire to be a stand-up comedian.
  6. I was left standing at the altar on my wedding day. Yep.
  7. I am ¬Ĺ Bohemian Czech, ¬ľ Irish, ¬ľ German. (and ¬ľ c. moisturizing cream)



My Sheldon!


1.¬†What‚Äôs your most embarrassing moment? I nearly took the wrong body from a hospital—both patients in the room were dead, but the nurses only knew about one. I was called later to pick the other one up, anyway.

2. When’s the last time you sent or received flowers?  
My birthday, May 2013.

3. Have you ever sought revenge? ¬†Oh yes. I was 18. I tried to run her over with my car. She jumped out of the way. Damn! Lol! Hey, I was 18, what can I say? I didn’t appreciate her putting the move on my boyfriend- – I decided he wasn’t worth it, she ended up married to him later. And divorced.

4. What‚Äôs your greatest personal strength? ¬†¬†My determination to overcome obstacles. I am a Gemini—that makes me a “chameleon” of sorts, I guess, too. If I were a cat I’d be on my 10th life, especially where ‘reinventing’ myself (i.e. careers) is concerned. I land on my feet.

5. What‚Äôs the stupidest thing¬†you’ve¬†ever done (must be different from #1)?¬† I married the same guy from Random Fact , about a year after he stood me up at the altar. ¬†Huge, HUGE mistake.

Playing with a rattlesnake would have been a smarter thing to do. And safer. And less emotionally traumatic.


6. Who‚Äôs the most famous person you‚Äôve met?¬†There have been quite a few‚Ķhowever, I will go with a presently popular celebrity‚ĶBeyonce. She was still part of Destiny’s Child –¬†



The “New” Doors- from left:
Ray Manzarek, My Man, Robby Krieger,Me –and the 2 new members.
The lead singer replacing Jim Morrison (far right) must have been his clone- he was THAT good.  2009

DESTINY'S CHILD---backstage-Holly front, red pants, was THRILLED for the chance to meet Beyonce and the group

DESTINY’S CHILD—backstage-Holly front, red pants, was THRILLED for the chance to meet Beyonce and the group

8. What do you collect?
  Coins and bottles. Dust.

9. Favourite all time song?¬†‚ÄúThe Wind Beneath My Wings‚ÄĚ by Bette Midler. It makes me think of how lucky I was to have my parents’ support, especially when I needed it most. They rescued me and my girls from a monster who very nearly killed me.¬†


10. Favourite ice cream flavour?¬†‚ÄúChocolate Chip Cookie Dough‚ÄĚ


11. If you could only eat one food for the rest of your life, what would it be? Fettuccine Alfredo.

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