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19 Apr 2025
To Say Goodbye Again
By Jac Winters
October 7, 2017
You lost them all in a blink, left
standing, not knowing what to think.
The only one left—it just isn’t fair,
your mind heavy with the burden.
“I’ll lift it, dear child, it’s not yours to share.”
You want to take their place, just
so, in transition, you can see their face.
That’s not in God’s plan; He never made you
strong enough to bear the weight,
even though you think you can.
They’re all gone, and here you stand,
with begging eyes lifted skyward, wishing.
Rain crashing down to the ground,
your mind plays tricks—they’ll be there,
just turn around.
Your stomach aching from what you miss,
with a southern drawl you hear in the tree,
a serpent slither and crawl:
“They’ve left the poor boy, no medicine will fix this,”
he said with a sly hiss.
Heart heavy, soul lost, spirit worn,
no need to worry, my child, they’re not so far,
even though you think they are.
In this life, you feel so mixed up,
it doles out so much, it runneth over… that cup.
In this life, you’re tossed about,
you want to be stronger, you think someday
you’d have more clout.
In this life, we’re left feeling empty,
maybe it’s the feeling the reaper left
after his swift, cold entry.
We want to put it all back in place,
hide the yoke of loneliness,
even though to others our sadness
shows upon our face.
I want to say goodbye again—oh,
please, with tears streaming down my stark face.
I want… to say hello again?
No! I want to say goodbye again,
because we know it has to end.
Time is our enemy, not our friend.
To my good friends who took their life,
they were so empty, there was nothing left.
Just a “hole” where He built “you” one day,
and in it placed all your parts,
one of them was a soul.
Dear God, I pray, let me see them one more time,
to walk through those big wooden doors
when the church bell chimes.
My arms long to hold them, hug them,
love them, see them play in the grass,
just to have that one last chance to get my fill,
to see them all together in one special place.
With joy, I would shout, I would spin—what a thrill!
But when you say goodbye one time,
it cripples even the strongest of man.
I’ve made you sturdy enough for one such blow as this,
so even if you prayed with all your might
to have one more dinner at candlelight,
another boat ride or paraglide,
to live, to laugh, to cry with all of them by your side.
Even if you mustered all your strength,
or conjured up every ounce of will to pull you through,
to say goodbye again would kill you.
ALT If you have experienced loss and you are still reeling. Maybe get lost in this, it may help you with healing. jW
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Jun 9
Hello friends,
Fifteen months on the roughest road of my life, and I didn’t walk it alone. Every message, every bit of encouragement, every person who stayed in the cab with me when the nights got long — you carried me farther than you realize.
My memoir is almost ready to meet the world, and I’m standing here grateful for every one of you.
Here’s to the horizon ahead. July 15th, 2026 — see you there.
Wishing you comfort, peace, and good health.
Jac
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Jun 6
The Road Ghost
by Jac Winters
I was born on a stretch of highway nobody remembers, a mile marker leaning sideways like it was tired of pointing anywhere at all.
They say some men are shaped by fathers, some by fire, some by the quiet rooms where no one comes back to check on you.
Me?
I was shaped by the road — by the hum, the heat, the long dark miles where a boy learns to disappear before anyone notices he’s gone.
I became a ghost long before I died. A shadow riding shotgun with myself, a whisper in the cab, a name I didn’t answer to unless the night was kind.
I learned the art of leaving before I ever learned the art of staying. I learned that silence can be a shelter and a sentence.
I learned that some storms don’t pass — you just outdrive them.
But every ghost has a tether. Mine was a farmhouse light burning steady in the rearview, a promise I didn’t trust but couldn’t forget.
And somewhere between the asphalt and the ache, between the boy I buried and the man I became, I realized something simple:
A ghost is just a man who hasn’t been welcomed home yet.
So, I kept driving. Kept breathing. Kept stitching myself back together with diesel fumes and stubborn hope.
And one day — somewhere past the last bad memory, somewhere the map didn’t bother naming — I saw dawn break across the hood like it had been looking for me.
That’s when I knew: I wasn’t haunting the road. The road was carrying me.
And the ghost?
He wasn’t dead. He was just waiting for the man to catch up.
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Apr 28
" BREAKING: My garage is officially a 5-Star Dove Maternity Ward!
These two lovebirds hijacked my garage construction project, claimed the weed whacker ladder as prime real estate, and built the penthouse maternity suite. No garage door yet?
Perfect — open-concept living with 24/7 access and zero harsh elements!
When I noticed the nest getting side heavy,
I stepped in as official Nest Architect and wedged a deck board underneath.
A nest for the nest, if you will.
Construction officially on hold — grand-squabs take priority over permits!
Two perfect eggs, parents doing pro-level shift work. Hatching in about 10-12 days.
Who else has wildlife turning their DIY projects into full-blown wildlife sanctuaries?
Best guests I’ve ever had."
Have a great day everyone!
#DoveGrandpa #GarageMaternityWard #NestForTheNest #NatureTookOver #SquabWatch2026
ALT Life happening before out very eyes!
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Update:
So, the Doves did finally leave the nest. We named them Ingrid and Hank. They stayed around the garage picking seeds that we threw down for a few days until they learned to get in the dirt.
They periodically visit now when I am on the deck by the rose bush, they fly over and land near me almost as if to say 'hello'.
I guess they got used to the random comments from me, it became familiar.
They tilt their heads when I say hey guys!
They waddle a bit then gone again.
I was a few inches from many bees this morning pollinating.
Thank you all for sharing this nature story with our family.
I hope you all have a safe, healthy and peaceful summer!
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Jun 2
“Truly grateful today.”
“If you want to read her full thoughts, here they are.”
goodreads.com/book/show/2529…
An inspiring memoir that explores resilience, healing & the strength of the human spirit. With remarkable honesty, @JacWinters shares the painful experiences of his childhood & the lasting impact they had on his life. Read the book to know more! #pratibhamalav #bookrecommendation
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May 31
Good day, my fellow Amazing Americans and friends around the world.
A few days ago, I mentioned that a visual rebrand was underway. I still don’t have the final file in hand, but the process took an unexpected turn.
The first artwork I selected was suddenly removed by the artist, which pushed me to my backup option — and honestly, I’m grateful it was there.
“This new direction is the right fit. It aligns with the overarching themes and content of the book.”
Today, I’m sharing the near‑identical digital cover while I wait for the finalized version.
The rebrand is now settled, and it aligns with where I’m heading as an author. I hope you connect with this updated look the way we have.
Wishing each of you joy and peace as you navigate this wild jungle we call Earth.
Lastly, thank you, Literary Titan, for that wonderful, unexpected addition.
With respect and gratitude,
Jac
ALT TSGA Rebrand Cover w/G B A.
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May 28
Dear friends,
I hope life is meeting you with peace, purpose, and people who encourage you to chase your dreams. Those dreams matter more than we sometimes realize, not only for ourselves, but for the lives we may touch along the way.
After years of work, reflection, and courage, my memoir is set to release on July 15th.
If you’d like to read the description for the digital edition, the link is here:
amazon.com/dp/B0H31LPCHT
Wishing all of you a beautiful weekend.
Very truly yours,
Jac
ALT Jac Winters Licensed Photo.
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Apr 10
It is very difficult for me to put into words the effort that Thomas Anderson has placed on reviewing the book. His value is immeasurable, and I am very blessed
Enjoy!
literarytitan.com/2026/04/10…
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May 17
@BookR45043 Important info for you if you decide to build reader information into the site.
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Apr 15
To all my friends, just received word that "Springtime" was selected to accompany 99 other incredible Wisconsin writers for this upcoming Anthology. So happy to contribute. Visit the link and secure your copy.
silentsparkpress.com/product…
ALT Silent Spark Press Illustration Book Cover
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@BookR45043 This is in process. We have to wait for my previous publisher to send me the revision and for it to go live across all platforms. Then we can update other areas.
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I’m 100% certain that without all of you, this would not have been possible. This day belongs to you too!
Thank you so much!
literarytitan.com/2026/05/01…
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@BookR45043 This was added to the Poetry collection. So grateful for Literary Titan for their hard work and amazing editorial review. Somedays I feel like I do not deserve it.
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May 7
Bonjour, mes amis.
If I thought the last mountain was steep and revealing, it pales in comparison to this rock face.
I’m standing at the edge of chapters I once believed were un-sharable.
This story has lived in my bones for a long time. Why I chose X to share it — even in part — I may never fully understand.
But I had to do it somewhere. So here we are.
Some days the fear of judgment shakes me to my core.
The world can be cruel. You know that as well as I do.
Yet being there for someone, somewhere, will be stronger than anything else I face.
I am ready. More ready than I have ever been.
We’ve moved past the editing phase. The covers are complete. The pages are set.
Now we take a breath, refocus, and move through every remaining step with care, precision, and intelligence — so this story is presented exactly as it deserves.
I’m surrounded by some of the most brilliant, beautiful, electric, and talented people on the planet — especially my family.
It is paramount that I recognize a few souls in this moment.
To the woman who walked with me through hell — Joanna, you are in that book in an elegantly ferocious way. What a walk.
To my editors, Harry Conway and Elisa Coleman — scary-good talent.
You kept my voice intact and sanded every edge to perfection. Not an easy job, especially with this story.
To @SoveyX — for your sharp insight, for sharing my poetry, and for teaching me that courage is good… but discipline is what carries it forward.
To every book promoter who stood beside me these past fourteen months with encouragement and respect.
To a famous memoirist — for stepping into the ring with me and offering guidance without ever giving away the answers.
To Jessica Silva — my gloriously gifted artist.
The covers are the pièce de résistance.
Lastly, to my important X family.
This is no longer just memories.
This story breathes.
It is fully alive.
I sure hope it helps someone.
I couldn’t ask for a better crew to travel with.
See you this summer.
Merci beaucoup — with love and gratitude,
jW
ALT Front and Back Cover Art. Artist/Illustrations Jessica Silva-Concept design Jac Winters
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19 Apr 2025
To Say Goodbye Again
By Jac Winters
October 7, 2017
You lost them all in a blink, left
standing, not knowing what to think.
The only one left—it just isn’t fair,
your mind heavy with the burden.
“I’ll lift it, dear child, it’s not yours to share.”
You want to take their place, just
so, in transition, you can see their face.
That’s not in God’s plan; He never made you
strong enough to bear the weight,
even though you think you can.
They’re all gone, and here you stand,
with begging eyes lifted skyward, wishing.
Rain crashing down to the ground,
your mind plays tricks—they’ll be there,
just turn around.
Your stomach aching from what you miss,
with a southern drawl you hear in the tree,
a serpent slither and crawl:
“They’ve left the poor boy, no medicine will fix this,”
he said with a sly hiss.
Heart heavy, soul lost, spirit worn,
no need to worry, my child, they’re not so far,
even though you think they are.
In this life, you feel so mixed up,
it doles out so much, it runneth over… that cup.
In this life, you’re tossed about,
you want to be stronger, you think someday
you’d have more clout.
In this life, we’re left feeling empty,
maybe it’s the feeling the reaper left
after his swift, cold entry.
We want to put it all back in place,
hide the yoke of loneliness,
even though to others our sadness
shows upon our face.
I want to say goodbye again—oh,
please, with tears streaming down my stark face.
I want… to say hello again?
No! I want to say goodbye again,
because we know it has to end.
Time is our enemy, not our friend.
To my good friends who took their life,
they were so empty, there was nothing left.
Just a “hole” where He built “you” one day,
and in it placed all your parts,
one of them was a soul.
Dear God, I pray, let me see them one more time,
to walk through those big wooden doors
when the church bell chimes.
My arms long to hold them, hug them,
love them, see them play in the grass,
just to have that one last chance to get my fill,
to see them all together in one special place.
With joy, I would shout, I would spin—what a thrill!
But when you say goodbye one time,
it cripples even the strongest of man.
I’ve made you sturdy enough for one such blow as this,
so even if you prayed with all your might
to have one more dinner at candlelight,
another boat ride or paraglide,
to live, to laugh, to cry with all of them by your side.
Even if you mustered all your strength,
or conjured up every ounce of will to pull you through,
to say goodbye again would kill you.
ALT If you have experienced loss and you are still reeling. Maybe get lost in this, it may help you with healing. jW
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May 16
To all the incredible people who have continued to support this presence over the past 15 months — You are, and always will be, deeply important to me. I hope you have a peaceful and safe weekend.
Jac
ALT Jac Winters Licensed Photos
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May 15
“Garage update: (Mourning) has literally arrived in more ways than 1.
Momma dove officially has two babies tucked into my ladder like they own the place. They’ve got about a week before they take off, so I guess I’m the one who’s grounded.”
If you enlarge photos, you can see one of them tucked under momma's chin.
Life is Grand sometimes!
Have a great weekend everyone!
ALT Mourning Dove birth garage 2026
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It's official! Mothers brought us into this world to do this! Any questions? 😎🤘
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