Today’s forecast
Pain with a chance of happiness
Life
It hurts
Our first breath
Born in and out of
Pain
Our last breath
Born in and out of the fear of
Death
Beginning to end
The human struggle to keep moving
Beyond the current pain so we may
Endure the next
To begin again
The circle, the cycle
Of life, of pain
To reach our destination
Death
So
What is the point?
When one ends where one begins?
What is the point?
The middle
Is the point
To feel the heart beat
Of a lover
To hear the laughter
Of a child
To know the touch of another
The touch that completes
Our circle
Ones who will rejoice with us
And for us
And those who will mourn us
But more
Remember
That we were here
That we mattered
That we made the difference
That we closed a part of their own circle
And that they too
Closed a part of ours
To gather
At the end of the day
To hear the sounds of silence
The human sounds
We make without knowing
The sounds of love
And life
The middle
Those sounds our ears miss,
But that our hearts hear
These are the sounds of silence
So loud we are compelled to
Listen
Struggle to keep moving
From one pain to another
For in the end
It is not the pain
We Remember
It is
Love
Our circles have no true beginning
They meld
With our ending
We only have what is in
The middle
Today’s forecast
Pain with a chance of happiness
Take an umbrella if you must
Wear your raincoat
Wear galoshes if you have to
But
Prepare more for getting swept
Into the middle
‘Cause that’s where life happens
In the middle
Never be afraid to get wet
So
Put the fear aside
Go beyond the tropical storm of prologue
Fear not the hurricane of the epilogue
Walk into the wind
Get pummeled by the rain
Get to the eye
The middle
Where the calm allows us to hear
The human sounds of silence
The sounds of Love
For My Father
My First Love ~ My Only Hero
50 Shades of Gray Hair 
Rhonda, is your dad not doing well? This post scared me. Let me know something – we’re over on the Eastern Shore at Rick’s cottage. Sid and I plan to go to VT the week of the 20th of July. Jo
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Not well, no Jo. Hugh and I are going up end of next week…I’m scared, but need to keep remembering that death is a part of life and his life has made all the difference in mine. I’d love to see you up there, but we’ll have to leave to come back no later than the 23rd…let’s see if we can work it out okay? love to you both xo
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We’re out singing in the rain, for your Dad and for us all xxx
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I love you for that. Thank you my beautiful friends. xo
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I found this profoundly moving. Thank you.
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Thank you Andrew
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Had to dry my eyes in order to write this…your dad, my dad. The keeper of all my secrets. The man who made the middle to much more fantastic. Your dad Supe. My dad – missed every single day for almost eleven years. He knows how much you love him WW…and that’s a gift in and of itself…xoxo
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I know he’ll always be with me, as your dad is with you. There is so much of me that is from him, it could be no other way. My love of and joy in, the simple things, is the greatest gift he gave me. He told me yesterday, that our dirt road explorations are his fondest memories, and now I know, he’ll always be in the seat right beside me…xoxo
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There is no doubt…holding you close..xox
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Sending healing hugs to you and to your Dad. xoxoxo
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Thank you Yvonne, gladly accepted and warmly felt. xo
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Somehow I have a lump in my throat the size of a tennis ball; this is one of the most beautiful things you have written Ms R
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Thank you Tink…He brings out the best in me perhaps? Treasure your moments my friend..x
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A loving tribute to your father. I send prayers of strength for all of you. My father, whom I lost many years ago, is still very much a part of me. Bless you.
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Thank you so much professor. Our favorite thing to do was jump in the truck and explore the back roads; he in the driver’s seat and me the navigator. To this day, it is still my favorite past time…with one small change…I’m driving and he’s in the seat beside me. And I know he always will be. 🙂
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