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  Mike Crill

  6 months ago

  Why would this asbestos mine be any different than any other asbestos mine.The end results is suffering till death. Look at Libby Mt WR Grace asbestos mine.began in 1963, ended in 1990 and today 80% of the worlds deadly asbestos came from Libby Mt by WR Grace and today millions are suffering and dying and dead.Stay away from Libby Mt
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  Mike Crill

  6 months ago

  Want to wish you all a very Merry Xmas and New Year full of CHANGE!!! Amen...Really enjoy your site. I would like to know if you would/could put a place where folks who write poetry, as a means to escape the reality of what we live and die with. Today is Dec 28 2008 and it was Dec.28,1999 when I wrote this first poem of my first experience with reality to asbestos/Libby and the fact that it was in 1999, when the whole town was told the truth as to WHY we are sick and dying. From not telling the truth...to the workers and the people.All the rest were aware of this poisoning for years prior to 1999. And since 1999, the deadly exposure has continued on new generations of families by the lies they are being told that Libby is a safe place to live and raise a family.This has been a deadly lie since 1963 when WR Grace came to Libby and knowingly began poisoning all of us and in 40 some years with 80% of the worlds supply of this deadly asbestos/Tremolite coming from Libby Mt and 30 million homes with this deadly insulation in old homes...One can only imagine the magnatude of this Holocaust that was done to all of us.Anyway Wendi, what was done to us was so so wrong as millions are waking up to the Latency of this deadly monster. It has been 9 years today, both my mom and Dad are gone as are many other family and friends. I remember this Xmas 9 years ago as if it was happening today.I kinda recindle this moment this time of years as I miss them so.This poem I dedicate to my Mom and Dad and my Uncle and Father in law and all the people today being told the truth. The title is: Christmas in 1999. Thank you for allowing me to share this with you...
  AS I ANTISAPATED SPENDING X-MAS
  WITH MY FAMILY AND LOVED ONES
  AS I DROVE INTO MY PARENTS DRIVE WAY
  SUCH JOY I WOULD SOON SHARE ALL DAY
  OPENING THE DOOR TO A MAZE ON THE FLOOR
  AND INTO THE FRONT ROOM I SAW MORE AND MORE
  ALL AROUND THE HOUSE,A SITE TO SEE
  CLEAR PLASTIC HOSES RUN EVERY WHICH WAY
  THIS HOSE RUN EVERY WHICH WAY
  THIS HOSE WENT LEFT,RIGHT AND BACK
  ALL TANGLED UP AND A MESS OF THIS HOSE
  WAY IN THE CORNER, A BIG BOX I SEE
  ALL THESE HOSES BEGIN THEIR FOR ME TO SEE
  EACH ONE OF THESE HOSES, I FOLLOWED TO THEIR END
  HOOKED TO THE NOSTROLS, OF MY DEAREST BEST FRIENDS
  I STOOD IN THE HALLWAY AND SAW WHAT I SEEN
  FROM DOWN IN MY HEART I FELT MY LIFE SCREAM
  TWO FRAIL PEOPLE, GASPING FOR AIR
  EACH STEP THEY TAKE DOESN'T SEEM FAIR
  THEY BOTH AREN'T VERY OLD,60 PLUS YEARS
  SO HARD TO WALK, SO PAINFUL TO HEAR
  DEAD IN MY TRACKS,MIND IN A DAZE
  WHAT I AM SEEING,BRINGS BACK THE OLD DAYS
  DAYS OF MY MOM, RUNNING FASTER THAN ME
  CHASING ME FOR WRONG WITH A SWITCH FROM A TREE
  A WOMAN WHO RAISED SIX CHILDREN WITH LOVE
  NEVER TO STOP LOVING TILL HER LAST DAY
  ALWAYS THEIR FOR ME WHEN TROUBLE I DO
  TEACHING ME RIGHT FROM WRONG THAT I DO
  I STOOD FOR A MOMENT,SEEMED LIKE MANY A YEARS
  LIFE FLASHING BEFORE ME, HOLDING BACK MY TEARS
  AND BESIDE HER, HER LOVE OF 46 YEARS
  A HOSE TO MY DAD AND I LOST ALL MY TEARS
  THIS IS A X-MAS, I SHALL NEVER FORGET
  NEVER BEFORE HAVE I FELT SO SICK
  AS WE ALL STOOD,LOOKING AT EACH OTHER
  ME THEIR SON,THEY MY FATHER AND MOTHER
  WHAT HAS HAPPENED,HOW COULD THIS BE
  WHAT I FELT AS MY PARENTS LOOKED AT ME
  OH SUCH PAIN I SAW IN BOTH THEIR EYES
  A LOOK I FELT AS IF THEY WERE SAYING GOOD BYE
  MILES OF TUDES,CONSTANTLY FEEDING THEM AIR
  ALL I COULD THINK IS HOW LIFE IS NOT FAIR
  CONFINED TO A HOSE, AS FAR AS THE END
  SO SLOW EACH STEP, THEIR KNEES THEY CAN'T BEND
  IT'S SO HARD TO WRITE DOWN A HURT THAT'S INSIDE
  AND FINISH A POEM MY TEARS I CAN'T HIDE
  I TURN AWAY FAST AND TAKE A DEEP BREATHE
  CRY IN MY SILENCE YET FOOLING NO ONE
  THEY DIDN'T SAY MUCH,NOT MUCH COULD THEY SAY
  AS WE LOOKED AT EACHOTHER,OH WHAT A DAY
  I WALKED OVER TOWARDS THEM TO GIVE THEM A HUG
  I WENT TO MY MOM FIRST AS I'VE ALWAYS DONE
  I REACH MY ARMS AROUND HER
  WANTING TO JUST HOLD HER SO TIGHT
  IN MY ARMS AS WE HELD EACH OTHER
  SO MANY TIMES AS A SON AND A MOTHER
  OVER WHELMED WITH EMOTIONS GOING FASTER THAN LITE
  ALL THAT IN LIFE I LOVE AS I'M HOLDING MOM TIGHT
  I LOVE YOU DEAR MOTHER, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH
  A SPECIAL LOVE SHARED, WHEN EVER WE TOUCH
  A THOUGHT OF THIS MOMENT THAT I'M SHARING WITH MOM
  A DAY WILL COME AND I WILL BE ALONE
  SO I HELD A LITTLE TIGHTER, HER HEART AGAINST MINE
  FIGHTING BACK THOUGHTS OF MOM, NOT IN MY ARMS
  I GIVE MOM A KISS, SAY I LOVE YOU AGAIN
  A EXTRA HUG AND OUR ARMS BECAME UNHOOKED
  I LOOKED AT MY DAD, TO GIVE HIM A HUG
  HE SEEMED SO DISTANT AS WE BECAME ONE
  WITH MY ARMS AROUND DAD,HIS AROUND ME
  OVER HIS SHOULDER, IT HURTS WHAT I SEE
  HERE IS THE MAN, ONCE STRONG AND SO FREE
  HOLDING ME LOOSLY OVER MY SHOULDER TO SEE
  TO FEEL WHAT I DID, DAD IN MY ARMS
  MY ARMS HOLDING ON, I DON'T WANT TO LET GO
  I LOVE YOU DEAR DAD, I SAY CLOSE TO HIS EAR
  HOLDING HIM TIGHT, WE COULD FEEL OUR OWN FEARS
  AS I LET DAD GO FROM THE LOVE IN MY ARMS
  I FELT SO SAD FOR HAVING LET GO
  I HAD TO BE EXCUSED,INTO THE BATHROOM, I LOCKED THE DOOR
  I SANK TO THE FLOOR, I COULDN'T HOLD BACK NO MORE
  I CRIED SO HARD, SEEKING PEACE FROM WITHIN
  GOD GIVE ME STRENGTH SO I CAN BEGIN
  TO GET TO MY FEET AND HOLD BACK MY TEARS
  GO FACE MY LOVED ONES, NOT SHOWING MY FEARS
  I DID RATHER WELL YET I KNOW THEY COULD TELL
  THEY FELT MY PAIN AS I SHARED IN THEIR HELL
  HELPLESS I AM, WHAT'S DONE IT'S TOO LATE
  TIME IS A TICKING,TIME IS THEIR FATE
  SAYING GOOD BYE TO WHAT I LAST SAW
  CHANGES MY LIFE TO STAND AND NOT FALL
  ALL THAT MATTERS AND ALL THAT I SEE
  I LOVE YOU MOM AND DAD,BEST FRIENDS WE'LL FOREVER BE...
  GOD BLESS DAD AND MOM FROM YOUR LOVING SON, MIKE......... 12/28/1999
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  Mike Crill

  6 months ago

  THIS POEM WENDI WAS WROTE AFTER MY FATHER IN LAW DIED FROM ASBESTOS.HE SUFFERED MANY YEARS PRIOR TO HIS DEATH, AS MOST DO.1 CALL THIS POEM; TODAY I'M TOLD....
  TODAY I'M TOLD,I HAVE ASBESTOSIS IN BOTH MY LUNGS AND THAT I AM BEING SENT HOME TO DIE BECAUSE THERE IS NO CURE AND ASBESTOSIS IS MY GUARENTEE TO DEATH...
  TODAY I AM SCARED TO WHAT HAS BECOME OF ME. I NO LONGER CAN RUN NOR WALK VERY FAR. LIFE'S GETTING HARDER EVERYDAY...
  TODAY I'M SADDENED BY THOSE WHO LOVE ME AS THEY TRY TO HIDE THE TRUTH AND THEIR PAIN, KNOWING I SHALL SOON DIE AND THAT THEY WILL WITNESS MY EVERY MOMENTS, UNTIL I DIE...
  TODAY I FEEL SO LOST BECAUSE MY LIFE DEPENDS ON A TUBE THAT PUMPS OXEGYN INTO MY LUNGS, TO KEEP ME ALIVE. KNOWING BEYOND THE END OF THAT HOSE LIES, THE END OF MY LIFE
  TODAY I AM MAD BECAUSE I CAN'T FEED MYSELF AND SOMEONE HAS TO BATH ME,DRESS ME AND CHANGE MY SOILED PANTS.IT'S TIMES LIKE THESE I WISH I WERE DEAD...
  TODAY I AM IN THE HOSPITAL.I'VE BECOME TOO MUCH FOR MY LOVED ONES TO ENDURE AND I AM CRYING INSIDE BECAUSE I KNOW WHEN I LEAVE HERE, I'LL BE IN HEAVEN...
  TODAY IS THE WORST, NO FEELINGS IN MY HANDS AND FEET, BOTH ARE TURNING BLUE AND NON-STOP MORPHINE IS ALL THAT'S LEFT, TO EASE MY PAIN...
  TODAY I TRIED MY HARDEST FOR MY LAST BREATHE,FOR MY LAST TOUCH OF A HAND IN MINE, AS THE LAST WORDS I HEARD AND THE LAST WORDS I SPOKE, I LOVE YOU...
  TODAY...I'M IN HEAVEN. NO PAIN FOR EVER MORE. IT'S REALLY BEAUTIFUL HERE. AND I SHALL AWAIT FOR YOU ALL TO JOIN ME IN ETERNAL LIFE AND LOVE....GOD BLESS AND AMEN
  
  My father in law was diagnosed in 1999 with asbestosis in both his lungs.He suffered for many years prior, up to his last breathe on January 30,2002. The above is a summery of his last years and this is how I would describe those years of having to watch my, Dad and many others die such a horrible and painful death as asbestos/Meso. We watched him suffocate to death.In 1999, I too was told I have asbestos in both my lungs.I too worked at the mine and lived in Libby most of my exposed life.
  TODAY I'M SCARED TO WHAT HAS BECOME OF ME.I NO LONGER CAN RUN NOR WALK VERY FAR.LIFE IS GETTING HARDER EVERYDAY...
  This is written in honor and memory of our beloved father,friend and human being, who left us to be in peace. Donald M. Kaeding 10-16-22/1-30-02 by Michael Crill and all who love him 02-02 Thank you
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