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Times' Hellos and Goodbyes
Sometimes in Life, just when one thinks things make sense . . . Yet another reality presents itself to be known. While this is ever present, it can be challenging at times . . . And sometimes reality is a hard taskmaster . . . Unless one chooses to live in a fantasy world (which I wonder whether or not there IS such a haven) One reality in life is saying goodbye. I've said so many . . . Frankly, although ''goodbyes'' make room for ''hellos''. . . The pendulum can swing too quickly. While I understand that this life we live is temporal at best . . . A few more peaks than valleys . . . would be helpful in comprehending life's meaning at times. Time. . .the thing that is so necessary in life for understanding, healing, planning & aspiring . . . Time...the measure of love, pain and joy . . . (it seems to pass too quickly when joy is involved) Time. . .a thing to savor while one has the opportunity. . . Time. . .creates memories; treasures to be pulled out and held in ones' hearts and arms. . . For days when the sun refuses to shine. Today was a day to commit to memory . . . '' the remembrance of times gone by ' . . .that cannot be recaptured. Savor them well - for soon enough, a tomorrow comes when the sun sleeps again. It's time to commit to my ''rainy day file'' again...special joys... The joy of another's laughter and affection, a foot massage, a hug from behind. . . A surprise phone call that says '' I am thinking of you '', a compliment when feeling low... A special remembrance at Christmas that kept the tears at bay... A spaghetti dinner cooked just for me, a look across a room that says ''I'm glad you're here''... Or perhaps a little thing like pulling a scarf around me and being held. I will miss him very deeply when he leaves my life. It was hard to believe...it may be harder to ''un-believe.'' But, I have learned that there is nothing to hold onto in this life, except God. . . And knowing that yet another tomorrow, comes again. We may not be certain that tomorrows will be exciting. . . but they come. . .and add to that commodity called ''Time.'' Isn't this wonderful ? Another Goodbye ! Okay, I can do this. . .but no more ''hellos''. . . until I stop reeling from the ''goodbyes.'' To not care, is a much larger challenge than TO care. I suppose it may be necessary to create ''time'' in my own way now. . . As well as distance. . .so that my heart can catch up to ''Time'' ???
© Rosie's Place - Rosie Beth 1994
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