STORY:
This has been a summer of stressors. It is unusual for us to have so many challenges from so many directions. In the world of statistical probability we were "due" for some crap.
In the la-la land of T.V. sitcoms and commercials we had been holding our own with the good news part of life. Every once-in-a-while we would hear of a friend or acquaintance being struck by a sudden illness or loss and take the opportunity to remind ourselves how fragile life actually is and how fortunate we have been to avoid such things.
The crack in the looking glass started last year with the rise of some family medical stuff and our dad's illness and passing. The theme of our own vulnerability has continued into the new year but with an added twist.
The twist is hitting typical milestone holidays and events (Father's Day, Memorial Day, Dad's Birthday etc.) that are now accented by the fact that dad is no longer with us to share these moments.
This is not woe is me talk. Its more like holy crap and ouch!! Some of this I do not like so much! I would like a break in the action pretty soon, so a good rain storm may be very refreshing right now. Lets go puddle-jumping like kids again (even if only in our minds).
This has been a summer of stressors. It is unusual for us to have so many challenges from so many directions. In the world of statistical probability we were "due" for some crap.
In the la-la land of T.V. sitcoms and commercials we had been holding our own with the good news part of life. Every once-in-a-while we would hear of a friend or acquaintance being struck by a sudden illness or loss and take the opportunity to remind ourselves how fragile life actually is and how fortunate we have been to avoid such things.
The crack in the looking glass started last year with the rise of some family medical stuff and our dad's illness and passing. The theme of our own vulnerability has continued into the new year but with an added twist.
The twist is hitting typical milestone holidays and events (Father's Day, Memorial Day, Dad's Birthday etc.) that are now accented by the fact that dad is no longer with us to share these moments.
This is not woe is me talk. Its more like holy crap and ouch!! Some of this I do not like so much! I would like a break in the action pretty soon, so a good rain storm may be very refreshing right now. Lets go puddle-jumping like kids again (even if only in our minds).
POEM:
Hard Summer Rains
Too much has filled this cup of summer
sunshine for sure
and heat, so much heat
burning memories of time and people passing
a skillet filled with new fish to fry
holidays and birthdays like gasoline on the flames
steam rising in the street
from a rain that is no relief, its hard to breathe
as it burns off from an unbroken sun
Give me more rain and clouds, lots of clouds
give me shade trees
give me a cooling breeze
Let's run in the rain, through big puddles
jump and splash and laugh
laugh so hard that summer never matters
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