Life is good.
And of course, that comes with those moments we wanna crawl up into a ball... spout "leave me alone perty please... I don't wanna 'today' today. My (back, hip, knee, shoulder, tooth, foot, pride, demeanor and meaner) hurts, help, I've fallen and I don't wanna get up, I've got an itchy itchy rash." Them moments.
Don't tell no one, my faith in life, love, hope is assisted daily by reading the obits.
I used to say I read the obits because I don't wanna be embarrassed, make someone even sadder when I mention a loved one of theirs and I was unaware of their passing. We all, by now, have lost someone - and that (the idea of being embarrassed) is goofy - because - ifn's you're like me (First, I would really pray for you if you're like me!).. Ifn's you're like me, I take delight in someone even mentioning the name of a loved one that has gone to the beyond. It somehow helps keep 'em alive.
Back to my faith in life, love, hope is assisted daily by reading the obits. People, are, amazing. Obits bring "Dang I missed knowing him/her... I wish I had've." (And maybe, hopefully, we one day will.) To me, anyways, it's remarkable when you use pen, paper to encapsulate the events, the person - between two remarkable dates. The things you learn.
I did use the word hope because that's true - I get a new hunger for learning any, all about people that are out there.... before each of our time is up. Fascinating.
Tidbits from today's obits...... Gent was a surgeon... "and once proudly displayed a life-sized cutout of Gene Simmons in his office—because of course he did." ... "life was not a straight line"... 'always (always) on time'... "somehow managed to both avoid attention and quietly become the center of every room."
Another spoke of traveling, but, delighting in returning home, where, "loved listening to the water gently splashing against the shore and the tranquility of the evening breezes blowing through the trees. "
"He was a natural salesman that could sell blarney to an Irishman." Another... entrepreneur. cleaned the entire store with a toothbrush, it was spotless...
"very active with Uplift, an organization that feeds the homeless. He drove the van every Wednesday night for 11 years. He knew the people that he served and many had his cell number and they knew if they called, he would help them. "
"was not a showy man but rather was a quiet man with a dry sense of humor. If you were lucky enough to be near him and hear his side comments, he would be your friend forever.
"faith was paramount to him. He was a vibrant member of Church... He enjoyed being with the other men of the parish and grilling burgers while drinking a beer with his friends. He was a daily communicant for many years, a beautiful model of how a man of God should live."
Without fail, one after the other mentioned their greatest joy in life was family. Prayers to all in their loss.........our loss...
i've spent a lifetime kinda hanging out "in the background", not real sure why, mebbe the "better to be thought a fool than to speak and remove all doubt." More and more though, I'm gonna try (and, I hope you do too IF that's your wish) to get to know the wonderful people we share life's zip code with.
There should be a place, a 'stage' to learn about folks. before, in addition to, obits. We can utilize regular ole regular life to work on that hope, love, faith in meeting new people, wonderfully 'further, or deeper interrogating' the ones we've already befriended, to - find out more. Dig deeper. Seedlings of friendship. Roots, for rooting. Rings, for our years built together.
Live life. Don't await the sound of the newspaper on the sidewalk.
Love, Victurd
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