The Eye of the Human Storm – Repost

As you know, Superman passed away Sunday, February 15.  I am re-posting what I wrote for him back in July because, though I thought I understood the emotions of what was looming…I couldn’t have known how I’d feel at this moment.

But, this comes as close to my feelings now as anything I’ve ever written about my father.  About how it was more about how we live than how, or when, we die.

I love this man even more for leaving me with a deeper appreciation of the life he lived, than fear for the sorrow at the loss of his life.

I love you Superman and I thank you with all my heart.

You truly were…

My First Love ♥ My Only Hero

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 circle
As 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 – T0 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 and 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
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

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Hi everyone! Welcome to 50 Shades of Gray Hair. 50 Shades is my blog of life over the hill, where each day is full of delicious opportunities to earn another gray hair. I stopped declaring war on the gray when I began this blog years ago. Instead, I embrace and celebrate them along with whatever life decides to throw my way, with (sarcasm forward) humor and an optimistic eye to the future. I think. I hope? I don't know. At any rate...it's real, it's honest, it's full of 4 letter words, and it's me...on a platter. I sincerely welcome you all to my porch....♥♥Rhonda

22 thoughts on “The Eye of the Human Storm – Repost”

  5. My dearest Rhonda, I’ve been away but was following your posts as Superman passed into infinity and beyond…my heartfelt hugs were always sent on the sweet scent of loving remembrance for such an amazing Dad for you. You have all been in my prayers as you go through this period which is not easy as grief tends to visit us when it wants. But I am here for you as always dear Rhonda, with heartfelt hugs, understanding, a willing ear to listen, kind arms to hug you and much love to heal your heart. xoxox

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    1. As I’ve always said Yvonne, your presents of presence is a gift and I’ve felt it since the day we first spoke. Thank you my friend, for everything. xoxo

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    1. Thank you for such kind words. I have made the decision to read this at my father’s service tomorrow. I just pray I can make it through without blubbering because I want to express just how much my father’s living for all he was worth meant to me.

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  7. Beautifully written and you are a very lucky/blessed daughter. Your words capture the meaning of life and our relationships so perfectly well. The ” we” matter and make a difference …so very true. Take care of yourself.

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    1. Dear Audra, thank you for being ever present with your compassion. I was truly blessed, with my family en mass, but with my father especially. We didn’t have that fairy tale daddy and daughter thing…what we had was honest, and real, and the perfect mixture of child and adult…and I think the best of me is a direct result of getting the best of him. xo

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  9. This is a beautiful tribute. It describes not only strength , beauty and resilience,
    but qualities that I know in you…clearly shared with your Superman.That will be one of the many ways that he stays close.
    You and your family are in my
    heart , and in my thoughts , dear Rhonda.
    With much warmth and love,
    Julie xo

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    1. Thank you Julie. His service was yesterday and it was beautiful and just the way we all wanted and needed to say farewell. He was there in every smile, every burst of laughter (and there were many), and salty tear, when the reminiscing started. xo

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        1. I’m so glad there was laughter , and so, so happy to hear that
          the the reminiscing was not only tear filled , but laughter fill, love-filled , and in the way that you wanted and needed . So much love. Jule

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