The Sun is Still There
Finally, the sun is out and shinning brightly this afternoon. It has been a long time coming. Even if the air is still cool, the sun can talk us into feeling spring.
I attended the funeral of a close friend today. I chose to pick up a companion that also shared a friendship with our friend, Doreen. No matter how long we see and know that someone is suffering from cancer, we really are never prepared for the final goodbye. Oh for the sweet memories.
Memories of those who I have said goodbye to are a huge part of my “today.” How can I put off for tomorrow realizing that this day may be my goodbye. I am not speaking of the the piddly little things within my household such as pushing the Swifter one more time over the floor or putting out the recycling. I am referring to reaching out to those that I can and allow them to know that it felt really good to bid them with a cherry hello across a shopping aisle. Letting my family know that when I close a telephone conversation with a “I love you” is what makes me feel good. How I am perceived by those self-same people is not a concern to me. I am doing and being what allows me to know I am reaching out. Sounds hard, but it’s a “take it or leave it” type of thing for me.
I don’t hold back my feelings or thoughts. I have seen way too much of that. The cloud of guilt that could follow after words cannot be heard, words that cannot be spoken. No . . . I am not out at the curb each day advocating but I will take the opportunity when it allows it. I have taken my “goodbyes” from funerals such as today to allow a bit of Gods grace to dwell within me and make each of my days better . . . how can they not with the sun shinning.