20 July, 2023
Pondering, on my last 18 months of life, or so...thinking about the friends that supported me during this new and difficult journey that I have embraced....in the absence of my forever Love, Don.
But for the hands that have held mine; the hearts that have shared mine; the voices that have soothed me when my 'song' could not be sung; souls that saw and touched mine and wept with me, smiled with me, hoped and prayed with me.
I look back; it seems so long ago that I wailed and screamed and raged against the loss of my soulmate. I wrote poems and sang songs for him; I dreamed and wrangled thru my memories, sometimes with pain and suffering that seemed insurmountable and oh-so-cruel.
Sometimes I turned backwards, searching for my 'real', my use-ta-was...my life without the void that hung over me then like a thunderhead bigger than any possible reality I could bear. Times were so many when I begged and raged - taking turns with "accepting" and praying...continuing to live in moments that threatened to lifetimes!
My friends were - many times more than not - the ways that took me to my next moment...my next awareness of my 'new me'.
My friends in many places,... were my 'lites at the end of my tunnels', the sounds I followed that were luckily louder and more realistic than the noise of complete loss that threatened at times - to consume me - to deafen my being.
You all know who you are, who you "were" when you were needed.
My gratitude and appreciation are deep and my abiding joy for those rescues and friendship and Love - no matter how small or large; this is the Love I give you back, that I give you now..
You are all in your own special ways...a part of the Blessings I carry forever.
Thank you.
I read somewhere recently; "People die; Love does not".
Danielle
Nature prevails...even in death
