Month: January 2017

Thoughtfulness

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We spent the weekend joining with family in my childhood hometown for the burial of my uncle. I became re-acquainted with cousins that I had not seen in decades. I was impressed with the love and thoughtfulness exhibited repeatedly this weekend. Because of that, we can feel safe within our families, and our love grows stronger. Even though we have all gone our separate ways, and the roads we have traveled have been unique, there is still a bond of family that transcends all. I was grateful to have felt that this weekend.

Thoughtfulness is a spiritual strength that builds a happy home.
When we each think of others first, then our loyalty will not roam.
Thoughtfulness endears us to each other as we grow.
Thoughtfulness and prayerfulness increases love and makes us whole.


(One of the 1957 photos shared)

A Love Note

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I found this poem that Bob wrote for me years ago. I thought it was really cute and appropriate since Valentine’s Day is almost upon us. Bob is a great one to always compliment me, and never to ‘put me down’!

What is my mate to me?
Someone to tell my troubles to,
Someone to care for me when ill,
Someone to organize my bills,
Someone to help me see myself,
Someone to love me for myself,
Someone to cook me meals so fine,
Someone to laugh with all the time,
Someone to hug and kiss a lot,
Someone, and that’s the one I’ve got,
Someone to pray with every day,
Someone that needs me all the way,
Someone to grow through life to be
One in God’s eternity.

Thank you Bob, you’re a keeper!


Words

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Words will chosen can heal a troubled mind.
Words spoke in anger can hurt, maim, or blind.
I’ll choose my words in prayerful thought,
Through all life’s troubled sea.
Kind words can lead a soul to love,
Through hate’s insanity.
Kind words can change illusions
To be both warm and free.
The soul who masters words, my friend,
Will taste tranquility.


A New Year

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On January 1st, I’m usually thinking of how I ought to improve myself. Well, today I feel sad and concerned for a number of individuals in my neighborhood who have serious health problems right now. One dear sweet young lady died last night. another lingers on the brink. Another young lady continues a valiant battle with cancer. Another friend is recovering from a serious accident that will take months to recover from. There’s a heart problem, a shoulder problem, and bowel problems. And so I’m feeling sad today and turned to a journal entry on Memorial Day that expresses my sadness, but also opens the windows of sunshine. I’d like to share it with you. It is written about my Dad.

“I visited your grave today…green grass, the monument, your name, the dates–reminders of a time when you were here. I can visualize your face, and hear your voice. I remember many things: places, holidays, road trips, meals, good times and bad times. I feel the emptiness of your absence and the sadness in it’s wake.

The pain and loss, I think, would be too much to bear, if I thought at all that you yourself really lay beneath the ground. But, no, I do not feel, in fact, indeed, I know, you still live on, the very same, just beyond somewhere. I do not need to see or hear, or even know the place. I only know you live again and we will be together–another place, another time.

I am consoled. I feel hope and rejoice in the reality of a plan that allows me the chance to associate with those I love so much forever, only to be tested with a brief separation that we call death, but is, in reality, just a mysterious journey to an unknown land.

I will not disappoint you. I will not waste time pining about the past and let your absence disable me. I know you would want me to care for others like you cared for us, and to create an existence with an abundance of love and laughter, hope and good things. And so I will revel in the associations I have now. Each minute, each encounter and event is a sacred opportunity and chance to feel and share love, like you gave to me, with those I love her and now.

So Memorial Day means to remember all those whose graves we visit, and to honor them by building timeless, loving memories with my special family I am so fortunate to share my time and space with.