“We were not a hugging people. In terms of emotional comfort, it was our belief, that no amount of physical contact could match the healing powers, of a well made cocktail.” David Sedaris
Following a death, engulfed in grief, people can take on the energy, of an out-of- control fire, behaving erratically and moving in a direction, that creates a veering and unpredictable path. They search for a target to blow their vaporous, hot air of anger. They want to hurt someone. Modern day mourners zero in on their quarry and begin to hurl their bombs. Hate filled words are the ammunition and cell phones are their technological armory. Continue reading “Blocked and Deleted/Yet Another Battle in a War I Thought Was Over”
Remember friend, as you pass by ~ As you are now, so once was I ~ As I am now, you soon shall be ~ So prepare for Death and follow me.
This is an epitaph from a relative’s tombstone. Words that I grew up with. My grandmother, mother and aunt, use to take us to the cemetery, after Mass. It seemed appropriate to visit the dead, on Sunday.
To walk with head bowed, looking at the dirt and envisioning the emptiness. The nothingness of the after-life. It looked like a weird neighborhood. The tombstones had addresses that were years; one – to the other. The personalities living on in quirky sayings, that haunted me in the week.
I took those words to heart. How was I to prepare for death? Continue reading “This Is Life”
Here I am, waking up in this foreign land. Three weeks ago, I was settled in my casita; making my life, building new and mending what has been tattered and torn.
A phone call changed everything. A fall changed everything. My eighty-two year old father-in-law, sounded weak. We knew we had to go home. Home, to our other home. The tickets, the TSA, the missed beats in my rhythm. The changing of tunes.
He’s no longer with us now.
One day that will be me. None of us get out of life alive.
We wake up in one dream, we sleep, and we wake in another.
Over and over and over and over and over ~
The Day That I Died
The day that I died was a typical day. A weekend day like any other for us. He had left the house with one of his buddies and had managed to steal some drugs from the local pharmacy. I was so upset. WHY? Why do you have to do that.
This was at a point in our lives, where I was the one that was going to keep him straight. I was going to keep him out of jail. We were going to have a good life. Continue reading “A Sprinkle of Death”