Some people leave footprints on our heart.
Cats leave fur on our sweaters.
Dogs leave drool on our shoes.
Families will crap on our doorstep.
So when life gives you crap, garden it and make roses.
Friday, August 10, 2007
THE MEMORY
THERE WAS THE DOOR TO WHICH I FOUND NO KEY THERE WAS THE VEIL THROUGH WHICH I COULD NOT SEE
SOME LITTLE TALK AWHILE OF ME AND THEE THERE WAS - AND THEN NO MORE OF THEE AND ME
Well nail lady my Uncle Eric's wife died last Sunday and my reaction there was even more inept, because I didn't give much thought to it. But I can cross my heart and say I'm truly sorry for the death of Jahteh's son.
Rh, I know you don't like me bashing the chronically religious but I didn't mind his in-laws having a Catholic priest do the honours before he died. In one of those angel twists of fate, the hospital priest was unavailable but a priest giving last rites to another in ICU said he'd do it. He turned out to be the Parish Priest of the in-laws for the 20 years they lived in Melbourne and to his credit, he asked my permission before the prayers.
Nails, fond regards from Robert is not given lightly and is therefore treasured.
Neo, the smile was wonderful but I can still hear the laughter.
He was so beautiful as young men are...take care okay... I don't know your whole story here...but enough to know that what I am going through is nothing compared to yours...just a reflection. he was so young...
Therese, I used to say that until 'The Compassionate Friends' help line told me that everyone is allowed to feel that their pain is the same as other's. Sorrow is sorrow.
Wanting you to know I've seen this today Jahteh, fond regards from me, Robert.
ReplyDeleteI second Robert even though 'fond regards' is a freakishly weird phrase.
ReplyDeleteAll I can think is...what a smile!
ReplyDeleteMuch love to you Jahteh XXX
Well nail lady my Uncle Eric's wife died last Sunday and my reaction there was even more inept, because I didn't give much thought to it. But I can cross my heart and say I'm truly sorry for the death of Jahteh's son.
ReplyDeleteRh, I know you don't like me bashing the chronically religious but I didn't mind his in-laws having a Catholic priest do the honours before he died. In one of those angel twists of fate, the hospital priest was unavailable but a priest giving last rites to another in ICU said he'd do it. He turned out to be the Parish Priest of the in-laws for the 20 years they lived in Melbourne and to his credit, he asked my permission before the prayers.
ReplyDeleteNails, fond regards from Robert is not given lightly and is therefore treasured.
Neo, the smile was wonderful but I can still hear the laughter.
He was so beautiful as young men are...take care okay... I don't know your whole story here...but enough to know that what I am going through is nothing compared to yours...just a reflection. he was so young...
ReplyDeleteTherese, I used to say that until 'The Compassionate Friends' help line told me that everyone is allowed to feel that their pain is the same as other's. Sorrow is sorrow.
ReplyDeleteYou know you have my utmost sympathy. I still treasure talking to you about all this in Melbourne. You're a remarkable person
ReplyDeleteXX
I'm a bit late with keeping up with my blogs but thinking of you anyway - you can see a sweet soul shining straight from those eyes.
ReplyDeleteWot the Duck said.
ReplyDeleteHe sure is lovely Jahteh.
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