...SORRY FOR YOUR LOSS....

I remember my Mom saying that one of the hardest things of getting old, sometimes equal to or even surpassing personal health problems, is the constant loss of those you've shared life with, who know you and your history. As I've watched the years go by, I've come to sadly appreciate my Mom's thought.

" ...Friends we knew follow us through
All the days of our lives
Love we shared waits for us there
Where our wishes forever reside...."

The list of people who have 'moved on' continues to grow. As I remember those who touched my life: Jakob Mestechkin-my violin teacher, my Dad, my dad-in-laws Karl and Phil, Richard and his toddler son, Mike B, Trudy, her Mom, Freddie, Karen, my mom-in-law and best care-giver Pat, my son Michael, Lucretia, just about all my aunts and uncles, most cousins, in addition to friends, landlords..the O'Conners, Pizza Vito.., neighbors, I realize my world of those with whom I can reminisce: '...remember when we...' is now but a handful.
Yes, of course 'new' family, friends, neighbors appear, but they didn't know me as a kid, as a young adult, entering but not yet totally mature (in many ways), my parents, or the town I grew up in, stressful and fun and productive times at various jobs, or my kids when they were small, or, even now. And I don't even know of others who had 'speaking parts' on 'my stage' who are 'gone', which is, I guess of no particular consequence since I obviously haven't been in communication anyway, but...if I was...

Webster defines Miracle "an extraordinary event manifesting divine intervention in human affairs". And Brittanica as "extraordinary and astonishing happening that is attributed to the presence and action of an ultimate or divine power".

Two immediate family members, a brother and a sister, are battling cancer. The sister may be in remission; the brother is under hospice care. Yet...yet the brother maybe, could be, should be, a coming 'miracle'.
If prayers actually are heard by miracle grantors, then the very diverse languages and religious philosophies from which the prayers on his behalf spring, should impress and be rewarded. As one who is not certain of the efficacy of prayer beyond the one praying, the closeness of grief, intense pain,
sorrow and the sense of loss, the words to say, to comfort, to recall memories, tempt the path of
"well, I'll address that 'power', that 'intervention', through my own words and thoughts, and, maybe.."


"...Silent Sea tell this to me
Where are the children
That we used to be..."

....Sorry For Your Loss....