Thursday, December 31, 2009




Memories of the past should in time become sweet. Yet when loosing someone to cancer, as they pass away in your arms, it is sometimes difficult for all the memories to be sweet. Help me help others as I compile fifty stories of how cancer has affected your life. Help me put this book together in order to bless others with all proceeds after cost going to Hospice. This is not about money…but about love for our fellow man.


The End Of A Year

I lay my head down this day to sleep away my silent fears.
I awoke alone in the black darkness of this last night of the year.
A heavy fog was present, as seen through the back glass of time.
I pondered the trials of this year, and look forward to saying goodbye to 2009.

I only pray that 2010 will be the start of new life born again anew.
Yet even in this Leah, no matter the number of the passage of days,
No matter the expanse of time, I guess in some way I will always remember you.

All I have to do is to see Alexandria Rose, and hold her in my arms, and you are there.
She is like you in so many ways with her little curtsy down to the blond curls in her hair.
This was the second Christmas and the second New Year that you are not here.
Yet I believe this one was worse because I was so much in denial of your passing than on the first.

You know what they say about the New Year, do you not?
Out with the old, and in with the new, and old times not forgot.
So I will be packing away this year all your precious little things.
I will be looking toward tomorrow and clinging to the hope it brings.

J. Allen Wilson © 12/31/2009

Sunday, December 27, 2009

The following letter is one that I received from a woman who knew my late wife Leah Cecile from school days together. She read my book “Glimpse of an Angel” and wrote me this heartfelt letter. We spoke just last night and shared many memories. She also agreed to submit her story about how cancer has affected her life, and how God has always been there for her even in her darkest hour.
I post this in effort to encourage others to submit their stories as I only want to put into print what I believe will inspire. Fifty; three page stories will be selected and all proceeds after cost of publication and advertisement will go to Hospice to help others on this journey. I hope that you will join me in thanksgiving and prayer by submitting your own personal story. Below is the letter from a woman whom we will only at this time call Gail.
Thank you and may God Bless
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Hi There! I only met you one time, at Ware Shoals High School, when we had our High School Reunion. You brought Cecile. I do not know Leah, for she was always Cecile to me, my dearest and closet friend, before I married and we drifted apart, Cecile and me.

I know the pain you feel, because I lost my precious husband on February 7th of this year. Then on August 4th, I lost my Mother. The pain of losing them is almost unbearable. If I didn't have a close and personal relation with God, I would not be able to get through it, especially this Christmas Season. This has been the hardest time for me yet. I pray it doesn't get any worse than this.

Then I bought your book, "Glimpse of an Angel", and my heart breaks all over again, and I mourn for Cecile now, as I go with you, through her last months of her time on earth. I haven't even gotten half way through the book, but I felt I just had to get in touch with you to let you know that there was still another, whose life was touched by hers. Through reading your book, you have brought her back to me, only to take her from me again. But I cherish the memories I have of her, and I thank you for giving me a glimpse of her later and last years. Yes, she truly was an angel.

When I think of her, the first thing I see in my mind's eye, is that little wink and smile. How sweet it is, to know that others were captured by that wink and sweet smile. And I remember the special way she even moved. Like no one else I know. It was with a little sexy wiggle, she being the only one that was not aware of it. It was just Cecile, and I loved her. She was, as you said, sweet and innocent as a child. I even remember how she used to get in the car, sticking one knee up on the seat and then crawling in, like a child. I always laughed and kidded her about that.

We used to laugh about things that now, seem so very silly, when I think back on them, but if we were together now, we'd still laugh about those same things. We had such fun! I remember our days in the High School Marching Band. Boy, I can still see us, in our band uniforms. Her with her drum and I with my coronet. Then there was the homecoming banquet, and I thought we were supposed to wear evening gowns!!! So I showed up very inappropriately dressed and she was wearing a really nice skirt and matching jacket (so very appropriate for the occasion). I was soooo embarrassed, but bless her heart, she just acted like it was the perfect dress. And I enjoyed the party in spite of the humiliation. That, to this day, is the only bad memory from our years together, and she made it okay, too. Then there was the time some of the guys called me Olive Oyl, because I was so skinny! We laughed about that for a long time.

I do hope Mrs. Looney is doing well. Please tell her hello for me. She was always so sweet and kind to me, and how about Tommy? I believe the last time I heard from him, he was in Clemson. I would like to hear from you and to find out where Sherry and Alan are. I know they miss their mom.

Thursday, December 17, 2009

Dedication Video

In dedication and memory of my late wife Leah Cecile Wilson who fought against the ravages of pancreatic cancer and never once gave up on her faith in God, but proclaimed HIS name by witness to others right up to the last minute when she passed away in my arms and went home to be with Jesus. SEE BLOG ARCHIVE FOR ALL VIDEOS

Saturday, December 12, 2009

To What Good Purpose?

To What Good Purpose

To what good purpose should I endure this strife?
To what shall be the end and the meaning of this simple life?
Should not all my days have meaning?
So pray tell why I should keep dreaming

For I see a world consumed in the position of self-
Starving are the nations, hungry are the barons of wealth.
So to what good purpose is it?
I one who sees a world in such discord
To what good purpose is it that I –
With rose colored glasses seemingly survives.

Never quit loving…never quit giving…better still…never quit believing.
J. Allen Wilson © 12/12/2009

If your life has been affected by cancer in anyway, I want to hear your story. I will be taking 50 stories of the heart and put them into a new book called Cancer and its effects on those left behind. Each accepted contributor will receive a copy of the book with an introductory write-up and photo if so desired. This is not about money since the majority of proceeds after cost will go the benefit Hospice.

For to what good purpose is it that we shall be?

Friday, December 11, 2009

Cancer; Promises and Love---How Has Cancer Affected YOUR Life?

My question to you the reader is this. How has cancer affected your life? How has it changed the way you see things? Do you still mourn even if has been sometime? For to share is to release, and to release is to heal. I want to hear your story, I want to feel and share your pain as well as share mine with you. If you have a story to tell, then I want to hear it and in an odd sort of way be here for you. I know your pain; your hurt and dismay. Please share so that we all who read may this find the light unto recovery. Contact information is below this, my first insert.

The letter “C” can be the start of many words. This letter of the alphabet alone does not carry much weight. However, add a few more letters with it and it can grow to mean many things. For example, if you were to add an A…and an R and finally an E, you can derive the word CARE. Then you have ANCER placed after the C and you come up with CANCER. I used to think that this word only happened to other people. Though I would feel bad for those involved, and I would pray for them, I never really knew that word on a personal basis. Unfortunately my personal knowledge of that word; that black curse would soon invade my own life.

It first fell upon my ears in the summer of 2008 when my lovely wife of twenty-three years was diagnosed with stage IV pancreatic cancer. She was given less than six weeks to live. However she held on for three months to see our last anniversary on August the 24th and then even still two weeks longer until she passed away in my arms on her birthday September the 7th. Now I too have felt the sting of death that starts with the simple letter “C”.
This has dealt an immeasurable impact on my life. For you see, I only thought that this happened to other people. We were both Christians; we went to church, we worshiped God, and we believed. So, I ask myself even as I pen this blog…How could this happen to us?

I have since written a book which I entitled “GLIMPSE OF AN ANGEL”. The reasoning behind this book was, and is not to achieve fame a glory, yet rather an explication of what it is to walk through, and live with the scarlet letter “C” impaled upon ones heart for eternity. Fortunately for me, I was in a position at my place of employment that I was able to take a leave and care for my wife at home right up to the very end. For more information about this Journey, then please visit any of the following sites.
http://glimpseofanangel.com/default.aspx
http://www.throughfaithandfear.com/index.php
http://www.jallenwilson.com/

Or you can write to me by post at the following; I look forward to hearing from you.
J. Allen Wilson
PO BOX 464
Belton, SC. 29627