2017 Reviews

I do not know about you but I am very tired of having every news outlet review 2017.

I lived it. Every, Every moment. I do not need the talking heads to tell me what I lived or did not live, mainly because I did not live in their world nor would I want to live in that world.

Stop. Just please stop and reflect on your own place in time; your own life; and what it means to live in the present.

I should know; I lived in the past for a year; a year I reviewed on FB and WP. The year is over. I do not need to review it anymore.

I lived it.

Unfinished thoughts

Two thousand and seventeen came in unnoticed. Two thousand and sixteen had slipped away unnoticed.  Life and living seemed a burden. My son had died wanting desperately to live.  What was left?

Anger at a God whom had created an imperfect world. He knew that choices and perspectives would shape the world we lived in. The choices we made shaped who we were and who our children would be. An imperfect sperm paired with a less than perfect egg created a child who was born with a birth defect. Not of God’s making; nature has a way of maintaining an imperfect Universe; a Universe  we make from choices.

God and the Universe watched. What would the perspective be of the life of this child.

This is my thought as I continue my journey. I do not want to write anymore about this today; maybe tomorrow, if I wake.

 

 

What will you do?

Calendars help monitor days, weeks, months and years, so how do you turn over your calendar from hanging on your bedroom, bathroom, kitchen wall. You have grown to love your calendars. You have written on your calendars. You have marveled at the beautiful dog, cat, lion, flower, institution. How do you turn this calendar into a yesteryear “thing”?

Do you file it away thinking that you might frame the pictures one day? and then 50 years later you have 150 calendars each having 12 photos to frame? Hmmm that would be….well you do the math.

Do you put the beloved treasure that marked your days, your joys, your sorrows, your appointments into the recycle bin?

What do you do?

The new calendars are waiting. You have only a few hours left to decide the fate of your beloved 2017 calendar.

What will you do?

Eulogy/Letter to my Son

I am not a widow, I am not an astronaut, I am a mother. I am not Childless. However, I am one less Child.

Always there were Freddie and Jackie;

Now there is Jackie, my beautiful daughter; no physical Freddie.

(Letter to Freddie)

Freddie, from the moment I knew you were to be born, I was overjoyed. I intuitively knew you would be a son; one to carry the family name with pride and honor.

My heart was filled with love as I watched you grow, but in the back of my being there was also this fear.

I was fearful of losing you, but I pushed those feelings deep down and found delight in every moment you lived. And, boy, did you live! You accomplished more in those 54 years than others could accomplish in a hundred or so years.

You were a delightful child who loved to play tricks on family and friends. (story about invisible strings) I am grateful for all my memories. When you confided in me you wanted to send a robot to the moon, I thought “why not”; if anyone could you could so we shared this dream and I worked to help you make this a reality. You did so well; you were the soul of this project.

I will miss sending and receiving those emails about our moon adventure. I will miss those birthday and holiday calls received from you. California was such a long way away, it seemed. I thought we had time.

But most of all, I will miss your hand holding mine…..as a child and as a man. The last time you held my hand was in the hospital when you looked up at me with those big brown sad eyes and said, “you cannot leave because you are part of the plan,” as he held tightly to my hand. I did not know what plan; I said “I  am only making things worse”, however, I stayed. I could not let you die alone, without family.

My physical time with you is over now. So, son, put those hands that I held for 54 years in God’s hands until I can hold your hands once again.

And tell God, “Thank you” for me. And tell him how grateful, how lucky and how privileged I feel that he chose me to be your mom and I hope I made him proud.

And, son, tell God thank you…thank you for allowing me to be with you as you left this earthly plain; to hold you gently and to whisper  over and over “I love you, I love you, I love you.” And I will forever whisper to the wind, Freddie, I love you, I love you, I love you.

Aeschylus wrote, in explaining  the intensity of the suffering and grief that accompanies a loss:

“And even in our sleep, pain that cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart, and in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom through the awful grace of God.”

Your earthly remains have come home; your soul has followed your heart to the stars and beyond to touch the face of God.

Love, Mom