There is a song, Gypsy by Suzanne Vega, that since high school has had the power to sing my life...different parts of the song for various precious people, different parts of myself....it's a magical song that never loses and keeps gaining meaning. I thought of Gypsy tonight with regards to my Dad....
Two years ago tonight, I spent the night and much of the next few days and nights, holding his hand..it was a rough night and an honor to be by his side.
The song has a line, "...and the sweetest softest hands, and we'll blow away forever soon, and go off to different lands. And please do not ever look for me, but with me you will stay, and you will hear yourself in song, blowing by one day. But now hold me like a baby, that will not fall asleep, Curl me up inside you and let me hear you through the heat"
So damn elemental and raw and sings my peace and love and joy and grief.
I've been tenderhearted today, thinking about my Dad. And as if on queue, the Universe responds. My elder told me she loved me this morning. I brought my trash to the dump and the guy who manages the dump said, "Has anyone told you today that you're beautiful?"...and tonight, Leo and I went to get pizza at our favorite pizza joint and Mama Pizza told me my eyes looked sad, came around the counter and gave me a fat hug. Angels...
And you precious friend, there where you are sitting....in your peace and love and joy and grief....angels to your left and to your right, angels all around you.
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Love you, Mom
Hello you with your sweetness radiating with your sadness. I'm on that love train with your Mom. I'm leading a bible study on Ruth this month and I think of you every time I crack open the book or we open the group with prayer or we read the special verse. You're on my mind and heart always. Em
Hey Sara-Thinking of you often. So tender, Mama Pizza saying "your eyes look sad" then offering a hug. The kids are out of school here in Washington, my service is through mid July. It is lonely here in Bremerton. As much as I love my alone time, I am craving some interaction and I miss home. Angels all around...
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