Jan
31
2009
The view from my Mom’s back porch.
My Mom died in her sleep Sunday. It was a shock. My daughter and her husband found her lying in the bed Sunday afternoon. I hate that my daughter had to find her grandma. We had her Celebration of Life service on Tuesday. It was really nice.
She like to sew until she had to have cataract surgery and she had glaucoma. She always watched a ballgame everyday no matter who played. She was a Chicago Cubs fan and an Atlanta Braves fan and a University of TN fan. She had a Braves hatchet that she used with the games. All of her favorite things were included in the Celebration service.
She had several friends tell of stories about her. My daughter paid a wonderful tribute to her Grandma and her brother helped her to read it. It was a very sweet moment.
I wrote a poem for her that I have posted as Turn On The Radio. She always had the radio playing in every room and the carport. She like Patsy Cline and Nat King Cole and we played both at her service.
My Mom was my best friend, my support and my rock. I miss her physical presence greatly but her spirit surrounds me.
Jan
31
2009
You eyes are the window to your soul.
But your eyes that once sparkled with the brilliance
of a diamond as they conveyed your connection
to the All are but a vacant stare.
Eyes that could surround with all the love and protection
of the Universe and Connect to the deepest part of my soul
and convey words of unspoken thoughts of the heart are empty.
The emptiness of your eyes begins the emptiness of our hearts.
For as your mind fills with the fear of your death, your soul
must rise to the Love that waits above.
For Love and fear cannot be within the same existence and as
you fear, your soul departs and there is left a vacant stare.
The brilliance faded and with it the memory of our love and
trust and safety that our universal connection brings to all this
on this earthly plane.
I must learn to rise above that vacant stare of fear and
surround you with the love and trust and safety of the All
to which we are connected.
I must never forget my path of Love that I must walk each day.
Following my soul’s purpose to guide us both to Love above
and fill your eyes with the brilliance of love and forgiveness
in that great beyond.
skye2008
Jan
29
2009
My heart beats faster with anticipation.
My ears strain to hear the roar of waves.
My nose flares to smell the sweet salt air.
My body and soul propel forward to feel the
energy exchange of breaking waves and sand.
A symphony of complete release of the body
And soul to the music of sand and sea.
Vibrations moving higher to astral planes
far above, cleanses spirit and body
as blue water washes over me.
skye2008
