I Love To Write My Thoughts
The more I think about it the more I wish I paid more attention back then to the days I thought were mundane, run down and just plain boring.
I took life for granted. I took people for granted too though if you asked me, I’d say “no way.” But truth be told, that’s exactly what I did. I didn’t appreciate them while they were with me.
I was lazy. I bitched and moaned as I leaned upon my pain when her pain was greater than mine. She rarely complained and when she did I knew her pain was killing her but she continued to do the things she did and that was to make sure I and others were cared for.
She used to say she just wished she got what she wanted in her life, the self made man, confident in himself; a professional man dressed by Brooks Bros. who commanded attention and received it.
She always spoke of passion, hot, fiery passion the kind that sizzles long into one’s memory. And of course romance. She was big on that.
She lived in this time but her soul lived in another time, long ago. She was not ordinary but extraordinary in all ways. She might have been born in Brooklyn in this life but she was born in many places old places, maybe in a villa in Tuscany or somewhere in the Cotswolds.
I talk about my blessings spiritual and otherwise. She was my spiritual mentor and guide bringing me to Christ. She was guide in life, my tour guide and educator.
She was more to me than I ever allowed myself to know and to feel and experience; in fact sum total, I experienced one thimble full of all that she had to offer, what she was offering me.
I am left with memories and regrets but also with the knowledge of who she was, in the world and to and with God. I could have had more but you know what I truly had everything. In her if I looked hard enough I’d see God had given me my true hearts desire.
Rest In Peace my love. I know where you are you have no pain and I’m looking forward to seeing you again when it’s my time to be called home.
I took life for granted. I took people for granted too though if you asked me, I’d say “no way.” But truth be told, that’s exactly what I did. I didn’t appreciate them while they were with me.
I was lazy. I bitched and moaned as I leaned upon my pain when her pain was greater than mine. She rarely complained and when she did I knew her pain was killing her but she continued to do the things she did and that was to make sure I and others were cared for.
She used to say she just wished she got what she wanted in her life, the self made man, confident in himself; a professional man dressed by Brooks Bros. who commanded attention and received it.
She always spoke of passion, hot, fiery passion the kind that sizzles long into one’s memory. And of course romance. She was big on that.
She lived in this time but her soul lived in another time, long ago. She was not ordinary but extraordinary in all ways. She might have been born in Brooklyn in this life but she was born in many places old places, maybe in a villa in Tuscany or somewhere in the Cotswolds.
I talk about my blessings spiritual and otherwise. She was my spiritual mentor and guide bringing me to Christ. She was guide in life, my tour guide and educator.
She was more to me than I ever allowed myself to know and to feel and experience; in fact sum total, I experienced one thimble full of all that she had to offer, what she was offering me.
I am left with memories and regrets but also with the knowledge of who she was, in the world and to and with God. I could have had more but you know what I truly had everything. In her if I looked hard enough I’d see God had given me my true hearts desire.
Rest In Peace my love. I know where you are you have no pain and I’m looking forward to seeing you again when it’s my time to be called home.
