All Different, Yet the Same

We’re all different, every one of us; yet we’re the same. In wanting to be loved and cared for. Needed. To succeed in our life’s dream, Whatever it might be. A poet laureate. A Master Chef. The President. We’re all different, every one of us: yet the same. Longing for peace, and freedom to express our faith, and share love and friendship,  and happy times with family and friends. We’re all different, everyone of us; yet the same. Created by the Creator; our souls longing for, pursuing, seeking the Heavenly realm. Even if unknown or not aware. We’re searching.                                      

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To Stand on Higher Ground

 The United States, and the world in chaos now. Strife. Confusion. Fear. Uncertainty. Loss of life from drive by shootings,  and Covid. Illegal immigration, disgruntled citizens, and turmoil in Afghanistan. One wonders, where is leadership? And moral and righteous authority.  A call for unity. Reminding us, a nation divided cannot stand, but only fall. To know our history, both good and bad is part of who we are, that through the ages we strive to grow and become a better people ; one for all and all for one. Recognizing in each other our Creators goodness and grace, no matter creed, religion or race.  

John F. Kennedy said, Ask not what my country can do for me, but what can I do for my country?  I say let’s stop bickering and fighting , and  come together, work together in fellowship and unity. One nation under God . Let us individually, and collectively become the moral authority. To stand on higher ground.

God Bless America ! God Bless all nations with peace and harmony 

Bill Rivers’ Lament (for Diana)

 Diana Rivers, and her husband Bill have been dear friends of mine for over half my life. After a long illness, Diana passed away July 31, 2021. My husband, Gary passed away not a year before, October 10, 2020. 

With the death of our beloved spouses, Bill and I became members of a club neither one of us ever sought,  or hoped to join - The Surviving Spouse club. Left lonely, sad, heavy hearted; having to accept, learning to adapt to that strange feeling of not having our lover, our partner, our soulmate near. The one who was so much a part of us, in the very sinew of our being.  Whether death of a loved one comes suddenly, or lingers on, the shock, the sorrow, the sadness is the same. The grieving process is just that , a process to be worked through.  Memories held dear wrap around us like a comforter while sitting in a favorite chair as we long to touch the hand, the face, embrace our loved one no longer here. 

In an expression of grief, Bill wrote, and asked me to share his lament, It Wasn’t Suppose to End Like This.  I do so now. ….. 

                                                                         

It wasn't suppose to end like this....

I began dreaming, praying and meditating about how Diana and my journey together would end when we were first diagnosed with PSP 14 years ago and told we had but a few short years left. I could never believe that we would not be sitting on a perfect crescent shaped, sandy beach at Napili Bay on Maui, in our late eighties/early nineties, Mai Tai's in hand, laughing about all the crazy and wonderful adventures we had while watching the sun sink into the ocean between Lanai and Moloka'i, a 40 foot sloop disappearing around the point and us slipping away from one paradise to another, holding hands. This is how I always dreamed it would be

It wasn't suppose to end like this.  

Rest In Peace dear Diana, eternal light shine upon you +