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Lone Grey Wolf's Thunder
My eyes have grown cold, cold as the
ice of winter. Dark as the darkness of night, how can I forgive, how can I
forget? Can I ever be free from the bitterness of that fateful October 22nd
night. I was 32 years old, when a man with eyes black as ink, decided my wishes
were not to be obeyed. Why was it me, why was my joy of life, and my badge taken
in the prime of my life?
But what came next was a miracle, I
should have died by all accounts of the attending doctors. However, I had
something deep in my heart to live for. I had to prove all the odds wrong.
People gave me the funniest looks when I would use my handicap parking tag. I
get looks like, she looks fine on the outside, but no one knows what's on the
inside.
Who am I? I was a person filled with
hopes and dreams. I lived the life of a princess when I was growing up, I was
called princess by my great aunts. Life was a dream of everything a child could
want, AND what came out of that was my giant heart; one of gentleness, trust and
kindness.
I remember falling in love with a
man, a man with eyes of blue. A person who I thought, could do no wrong, love
was blind and it certainly blinded me. A dear friend warned me, despite the
warnings, I did not listen, I went away to his outstretched arms. Arms then that
were strong and always held me tight. He played basketball and football with me,
he did not care that I was a tomboy, he made fun of me because I was so
innocent. But those arms that were strong - would eventually break my heart, and
left me to cry for a little angel that was yet to be born. As he was walking out
on me, I fell down the steps, tripping over my own two feet.
As the years passed, he remained my
friend, so I thought. When I was scared - he was there to hold me tight. And
kiss my tears away. But now that I am not that energetic girl any longer, he has
grown distant and lives far away from me. Sure, the telephone rings at 2 A.M. to
inquire how I am, but is it because the end is almost near, and I'll be a rich
girl again. Would I care about my heart getting broken again? The words I love
you coming from his mouth, ever so sweet. That's what they were, now they've
become shallow, deceitful words.
I will cry if my heart loses him, but
he will not cry if he loses me, his voice is gruff, and he has made me cry over
and over again. I wish when I was 21, I could have seen these disappointments
coming, and not through rose colored eye glasses. Now my feelings are as clear
and cold as they can be.
My life is now mine, its riches and
all the heart aches. All that made me stronger, has now made me colder and
careful not to let someone get close to me. I have found that if someone even
touches me I jump, is that my fault?
Before, I was a trusting girl, and
that hand I trusted, turned on me, someone I didn't know, took that hand to
abuse and hurt me. And as I lay in the hospital on my death bed, he informs my
family. Only call me if she dies, the man I trusted has become a devil in
disguise.
I've finally broken the cycle of
abuse. I found someone I can trust and tell all my horrors too. Someone who is a
true friend, but can I ask him to hold me when I cry? I do not know.
Soon, the world will see my life
through the pages of my novel. Friends lost, friends found, friends that I can
now be around and trust.
In the book, I can ride like the wind
on a wild stallion's bare back, ride till the sun goes down. I can hide like a
wolf, keep my secrets close, only to let them be seen through my eyes, I can
build a fire so deep in my heart that it glows like wildfire, It's going to take
a hurricane to blow it out.
Now my eyes don't dance as much as
they use to, those baby blues, are growing old, and unfortunately, bitter. I've
become fragile, timid and shy.
That is lone grey wolf's thunder,
lone as a lone wolf, grey as the grey in her hair, eyes of a wolf, and who now
has ambitions, of getting to know each sunrise, an sunset, a girl who's heart
jumps, a heart that cries like rain in a thunderstorm.
So, let a tornado blow as this story
ends, the war drums have just started beating, and the breath is still soft and
warm, Lone Grey Wolf's Thunder is on a roll filled with journey and has the will
as strong as Iron Man. She still walks the confident walk of a police officer.
Head held high, arms down by her sides. She still feels the 357 magnum tucked on
her right side. But now it's a ghostly phantom feeling, only to let those
phantoms feed her soul. Let her be remembered and she puts everything in writing
for all to read.
She's a living legend, beautiful,
with her eyes that still dance with the joys of a beating war drum. So this
story comes to an end. Lone Grey Wolfs Thunder fades back into the swamps,
you'll hear her howl with the pouring rain, and clacking thunder. So let the
legend live forever, and when you enter the swamps, or bayous, feel her presence
in the gentle breezes of the wind.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Dee Dee Serpas is a retired police officer from
Kenner Police Department (Louisiana).
Currently, she is the President of the TAPS Memorial Web site.
Following in the footsteps of her great-grandfather, Sheriff Paul Berthelot,
Sheriff of St. John the Baptist Parish, and that of her father, who was
president of FOP Lodge 2 in the late 1950s, Dee Dee became a Police Officer.
First with the East Jefferson Levee Board Police, she also joined the Kenner
Police Department and was the only female to graduate from the academy that
year. Later, she joined the Jefferson Parish Sheriffs Office as a street cop.
This makes her the only known female in Louisiana to have held three commissions
at the age of 21.
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