Again we find ourselves surrounded on all sides
by the great weight
of loss
a few days ago a dear heart from high school days
still young enough for us to feel as if
it was only yesterday,
passes away in the night
this morning while I am out to feed the birds,
my husband notices in the paper a familiar face
someone he used to work with
someone who you may have wished you\u2019d kept in touch with
more often\u2026\u00a0 than not
has died only sixty-one
less than an hour later, a message from my Aunt
bearing the sad news of someone dear to us
come to the end of his long and storied life
hits me hard, with a need to take a large breath
and I say to my husband,
ok now\u2026\u00a0 that\u2019s enough .<\/p>\n\n\n\n
As it is we come into this life knowing, or at the very least (hopefully) learning that we are at any given time surrounded by loss.\u00a0 That really it is always a possibility, although not one that most of us ever wish to face.\u00a0 We will most assuredly be touched by it and quite probably deeply changed by it in some way in our lifetime, often many times.\u00a0
It can be devastating, heartbreaking, it can be debilitating, though sometimes
it can be strangely
comforting.
At some time we all come to the end of our journey,
we know not
when.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We succumb, we beat angry fists, we break, we curse
we fold, we crumble, we question the cruelness
of life
we cry… and oh we cry
but also, we reach out, we touch
we shoulder, we support, we
connect
sometimes we do the most life affirming thing we know,
we
love<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Last night I watch Miss Americana<\/em> a documentary of Taylor Swift, who may not be everyone\u2019s cup of tea, but is someone I quite like. I have great respect for people who do things .. well. I like her very much for her age, that in her I can see the brilliance, the sometimes un-assured, the messy, the questions of being… just that age,\u00a0 of feeling the world with your heart.\u00a0 As I have spoken about so many many times,\u00a0 I guess my point here, is this in the loss of a friend, I don\u2019t have to wonder if Allison knew what she meant to me in my own way, I try to make this a priority make it a habit, make it a life is always an uncertain every day hardly seems that much to ask \u2665<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Again we find ourselves surrounded on all sidesby the great weight of lossa few days ago a dear heart from high school daysstill young enough for us to feel as if it was only yesterday,passes away in the nightthis morning…
Also, I am always completely fascinated by songwriters, (as I am lyrically driven, a self professed lover of words) regardless of your taste in music, this amount of pure talent is to be admired.
However, what I find I am most struck by last night is the amount of flippant unkindness and cruelty.\u00a0 To watch five or six women sit around a desk and pontificate about a young girl, being \u2018so annoying\u2019 to callously and cruelly pick apart someone in such a condescending way \u2013 and this is what you get paid to do?\u00a0 This is how you earn your living?\u00a0 This is something you can be proud of?\u00a0 Do you ever consider the person you are so arrogantly attacking?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I just DO NOT
understand
unkindness.
And why in today\u2019s society we feel it is our right to be so
unkind.
Who are we.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
maybe it\u2019s a
plea
instead of the usual ‘thoughts-and-prayers’
the ‘hold-those-around-you-tight’
what if we remind ourselves to tell people how much we value them
now, while we have them
while they
have
us<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I have comfort in knowing, she did..\u00a0 because I told her. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
tell people they matter
and why
tell them, they\u2019ve touched you
they\u2019ve made you smile, they\u2019ve brightened your day or
your life
and
tell them often<\/p>\n\n\n\n
necessary
and please, please,\u00a0 make it
a kindness<\/p>\n\n\n\n
but living,
living is to be cherished<\/p>\n\n\n\n
do it kindly
and
with love<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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