So much I can say…
so little energy. I’ve spent the last two weeks fighting some physical complaints that disallowed my time at a computer keyboard. I’ve missed writing down my thoughts, but truly, my thoughts weren’t good company.
We’re close now, to the first anniversary of Owen’s passing…whatever that date is, and time again seems unreal, still cruel. I’ve spent all week at home, and my memories of this past year, the past many years, have been unrelenting. Many sleepless nights of discomfort (a mild interpretation) have added to the stark realities of our current lives. I’ve reminded myself over and over, that I have no control over what’s next. I only have control over how I manage my life in the moment, who I love, and what I choose. Owen’s message was always just that, and I get it more and more, with each new challenge. Nat had to remind me yesterday, that Owen always knew his mission, and he lived it out.
Change. Every day is full of change. I used to love the unexpected, the surprise of living life. I’m not so sure anymore. I’m sure of only one thing now – that staying connected is a function of my relationships with those people I love, and who love me back. Thanks for being there, everyone. Love never changes…it ages. I just close my eyes…
Song for the night: I Will Remember You, Ryan Cabrera (I have no energy to figure out why I can’t post this video – so use your energy, and cut and paste the link into your browser, or just hover over the link, and click on the pop-up – this song is a good reminder of why you have those special people in your life)
http://youtube.com/watch?v=ZETyDv_1O28
I was wondering how you were doing, had noticed there wasn’t a post since Mother’s Day.
It’s good you are back at the keyboard. wishing you the best of health and much strength for the coming days. I got your (virtual) back.
Love you, Linda!
Sadly you can’t avoid this day arriving – but why not embrace it? You can sit there grimly and wait for it to ambush you, or you can meet it wildly running and let it go out with a bang.
Sorry if that seems inappropriate. It’s not meant to be, and of course you must do what you need to do.
But I might just crack a small beer when this day is over and behind you. And if you don’t, then I may well do that for you anyway…
Linda: I’ve been thinking of you, but didn’t want to intrude. Thought perhaps you needed some time. Know that you are in my thoughts and prayers often, and always in my heart-Lonnette