Amidst a busy week it has been some time that I have visited my online journal, Facebook, this blog, and a poetry site I visit. ... I realize that these sites are such a blessing yet too sometimes take time and therefore life's journey brings us to the ebbs and flows of personal, interpersonal, and e-interface. ...
This past week I was notified of the recent death of our neighbor Karl. ... I admit, sadness still visits as I walk by his house and expect him to be in the yard with a smile, wave and greeting. He was the neigborhood socialite and always the first to help out if something needed fixing or a car was sputtering. ... Karl found out less than a year ago that he had stage 4 cancer... only months later at his young age of 54 he is dead... it seems surreal.
Yet, too it is in death we are reminded of that which we hold most dear. This last year I posted this poem to a website. It is one that means a great deal to me as a friend's parent died at the time and then the following month a friend from aerobics died. .. .I share it again here.
Blessings to anyone who may visit
I'd like the memory of me
To be a happy one
I'd like to leave and after glow
Of smiles when life is done
I'd like to leave an echo
Whisperin softly down
the ways of happy times,
and bright and..sunny days
I'd like the tears of those who
I grieve, to dry before the sun
of happy memories that I leave
when life is done (Anonymous)...