It's been a very busy day. I've only now had time, alone, to sit and think... and remember this day, which I wish had never come. My days, of late, have been filled with business. Taking care of kittens, and puppies... and goldfish ponds... and moving things from one storage building, to another... and touching all those things that belonged to us... me and you... back then. I'm finally able, only now, to let go of some of them. Old shoes, that belonged to you, just now landing in crushed boxes, ready to be taken away, even your Italian leathers, that were already well worn, that you just could not ever throw away, and kept on wearing, proud as can be, of them... scraps of useless paper, that have your handwriting on them... PC and MAC magazines, 6 years old, that you once spent countless hours reading... ear plugs, shoe inserts... and old socks, that no one will ever wear again. These are all biting the dust... I don't have room to carry them around, any longer. It does not serve me, anymore, to carry this useless baggage. Many things will be biting the dust, even as I fold your neat, pleated, earthy green shorts, careful not to disturb the handful of coins that have remained in the pocket, since you last placed them there... and where they shall always remain, with the touch of your fingers, still upon them. Yes, many things will be leaving my possession...
But... you are not forgotten.
All My Love...
Love the world into change
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Dear Friends,
I am blogging again, but in a different place...
I invite you to join me here....
http://lovetheworldintochange.com
With love,
Maithri
14 years ago
4 comments:
Seems that this is a common thing right now. I've been dealing with a lot of loss, near and far.
Hope all is well with you.
Hi Eric, it is good to hear from you, my friend. I hope you are finding fruitful ways to deal with the losses... sometimes all we can do is just wade through it, until we get to the other side, and who knows how long that journey may be. He's been long gone from me, in his dying... and, though I am nearly over it, I somehow think the dredges will always be there... and that I will feel the need to always continue to find understanding of the events... and yet, I somehow think that I never will. Good luck and much Love, Eric...
OMG...
No, we never will. We try to understand,
pretend,
march in place
and sing the songs,
but we never will understand.
Because we shouldn't have to.
Love grows
and
life is very very short.
Hugs my friend. Huge hugs.
Hello Sing... long time no see... or hear, lol... big hugs, back to you... I've missed your spirit, love... but I see your Peace sign, every day, when I am in my car... Peace!
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