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    Found in Sanity
    Found in Sanity
    Found in Sanity
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    Found in Sanity

    By Kyla Thayer

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    Meet Joyce who can only be described as joyful and joyous in the true meaning of her name. That is, until her untimely demise and the complete breakdown of the family surrounding her. As the family begins its decent into insanity brought on by the greed and jealousy of one family member only Joyce can help create new links. In spite of having passed on to her new life Joyce strengthens the members left behind through the legacy she left in her other three children and connection to the spiritual world of her grandchildren. This new family must find the trust in each other that can only be Found In Sanity.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherXlibris US
    Release dateJul 22, 2008
    ISBN9781469101033
    Found in Sanity
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    Kyla Thayer

    Kyla Thayer is currently a Purchasing Agent whose true passion is psychology and its link to the spiritual world. With a Bachelor’s degree in Psychology from Marshall University, Kyla has assisted in research for many published articles featured in the collection: Behavior and Social Issues. Growing up as a “railroad brat” the author has enjoyed residence in numerous states throughout her life and as a result loves to travel. She currently resides in Raleigh, North Carolina, with her husband John, and family pets Phoenix, and Cairo.

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      Found in Sanity - Kyla Thayer

      Copyright © 2008 by Kyla Thayer.

      All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in

      any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying,

      recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission

      in writing from the copyright owner.

      This book was printed in the United States of America.

      To order additional copies of this book, contact:

      Xlibris Corporation

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      Contents

      Chasing Fireflies

      Revelations

      The World of Joyce

      Essential Attachments

      Chicken Shit

      The Herd

      Ironic Destiny

      Grandpa

      A Fork In The Road

      Redecorating The Family Tree

      Disregard For Last Wishes

      Descend To Mortality

      The Virus

      Obvious Obscurity

      Reverie

      Progression To Sanity

      Joyce

      Dedication

      This book is dedicated to the inspiration

      Joyce gives me everyday and to the

      Memory of grandpa and all the love they shared.

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      Chasing Fireflies

      We were chasing fireflies between the trees where the old house used to stand. Joyce, more than likely drinking sweet tea, was on the new porch gazebo we had built for her with mom, my aunt, and the family. I was yelling back and forth with my sisters and cousins as we ran as fast as possible to show each other the lightning we held in our hands.

      I watched the evening in front of me looking for that glow. I reached out and felt the tingly legs of my firefly land in my hand. I carried it close to my body to make sure it didn’t escape and rushed it over to mom. She looked at it with admiration to appease me as I felt it spread its wings to glow in another child’s window.

      I took off back through the trees only to stop short in my tracks. One of the farm cats had ventured close enough for me to see. I called out for my sisters as we tried calling it over. All the farm cats came in feral, but Joyce was magic. These untamed spirits would always break into docile, domesticated kittens but only for Joyce. We were able to get just within arms reach of the farm cat before it took off again into the wild.

      I had a connection to the farm that I had never understood. There was something so peaceful about sitting on the old red swing and rocking so slowly. I would often wonder over to the silo to look at dirt and rocks I had seen a hundred times before, scramble out to the tree house my uncles had built before mom or grandma had the chance to tell me to be careful, or ring that silly bell in the front yard.

      When you’re young everything is fascinating, but somehow I felt like part of that farm. If I believed in past lives I had spent mine here. This year it was corn in the old farm field and I felt tiny but still always at peace out there.

      My favorite stories were those told to me about time spent at the old house. It had burnt down long before my existence. The only remnant of the old house was a concrete slab that wasn’t burned in the fire along with an old water pump that hadn’t worked since more than likely before the fire.

      I would stand on that concrete slab on nights like tonight when we were chasing fireflies. I would be in another year, another time, maybe even another body. It was like I was part of a past that I knew nothing about.

      My sister called my name repeatedly as I stood on that slab in this trance like state. It was time to come inside. We had a long drive ahead of us as grandma always came back with us near the summer. We were out of school and she would always go on vacation with us. We were building bonds on those trips we hadn’t realized were being created for us at the time.

      * * *

      That sticky sweet smell hung thick in the air as I walked out on the faded blue porch. I looked over to the pond at the fish below and took another deep breath of honeysuckle letting the smell invade my nose. It was early morning but the air was already infested with humidity. I loved how summer heat felt. The way it opens up every pore on your body while little droplets of sweat bead up on your skin until that enchanting southern breeze would blow by cooling your whole body.

      Grandma was usually awake before the sun if not with it. Even during school she would be up to say goodbye to us before we got on the bus, and for the most part she had already had her shower and was simply waiting on mom to do her hair. Today was Saturday though, and that meant yard sales.

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