How MUCH CAN our hearts handle?
You reach a certain decade and you know that life can throw everything it has at you on a daily basis and you have to find a way to deal with it.
But, CAN WE? When does the heart reach sensory overload? It doesn't matter that I have survived six decades on Mother Earth, makes no difference whatsoever, the pain is overwhelming when it comes to these past few weeks.
One of THE dearest, sweetest souls living on the planet, breathed his final breath last week. I was raised with only one much older sister and Joel Cook was my brother. My Mother lost a son before me and after me and I spent a good while wondering (picturing) what my life would have been like if I had a brother. When I met Joel and he entered the sphere of friends we had, I did not have to think about that situation any longer ~ I had a brother. His name was Joel. He made my world a better place and filled it with supreme kindness, a gentle laugh, and made ANY day at Pickwick Lake a winner. No one, nobody, well except for my husband, could get away with wearing a Speedo the way Joel did. He will be forever missed. I have shed enough tears for an army. I love him. My heart is firmly placed with his beautiful, precious, and loving wife, Gina, and his family. So, a little piece of my heart is taken...
Gina's long standing next door neighbours, whom have been in our circle of friends for a lifetime, lost an adult daughter whom was married and raising precious twins ~ devastatingly shocking and painful for the family. Another dear mate lost an older sister whom was cherished and passed away...far before her time. A bit of my heart rests with these families, too...
In South Australia, within a month's time span, Marcus and I have attended two funerals. One of our sweetest mates was the most avid and staunchest supporter of The Wheatsheaf Pub, and her light faded away after a long illness. Joan left behind a wonderful husband and two of the most outstanding, adult daughters I've ever known. WE are still reeling from the fact that we will never hear her laugh again. So, I ask you: How much CAN a heart take before it breaks in two?
And, Kapunda lost, most unexpectedly, the town chemist on Monday. Shocking. Sad. Tremendous loss for his family and for the wider, extended community. What do you do when you hear of someone's death? I sit in a quiet spot and think about them and picture their face, their smile...and remind myself that no one knows when they will get 'the call' ~ we can't live our lives afraid of dying, but we can live mindful of the fact that people remember HOW we made them FEEL - not necessarily what we accomplished in a lifetime.
And, then the abominable, abhorrent news of the Chamber of Commerce's CEO, Phil Trenary, shot dead in Memphis. A piece of my heart belongs with Phil's family at this most traumatic time in their lives. Memphis just lost one of its finest leaders - a sharp mind, a man whom thoroughly believed in Memphis and its future - gone...lost forever by the hands of a thug. Headlines the same: Senseless, Shocking...but, the murders go on and on and on and on and on...
And, now, Memphis can boast the position of America's second most violent city, falling right behind Baltimore. You know, a few years back Detroit and Oakland made the top 5. They seemed to have changed some things. I did not see them on the list this morning, but Memphis moved up a notch. Looks as if Memphis is vying for the top spot. Don't know about you, but I'm sick to death of Memphis Monsters.
Above All Else, I hope these families in Memphis and Kapunda will continue to find ways in which to heal their hurting hearts.
Sad beyond belief...
Blanco of The Roaming Stevens
PS: Please excuse any typos.
But, CAN WE? When does the heart reach sensory overload? It doesn't matter that I have survived six decades on Mother Earth, makes no difference whatsoever, the pain is overwhelming when it comes to these past few weeks.
One of THE dearest, sweetest souls living on the planet, breathed his final breath last week. I was raised with only one much older sister and Joel Cook was my brother. My Mother lost a son before me and after me and I spent a good while wondering (picturing) what my life would have been like if I had a brother. When I met Joel and he entered the sphere of friends we had, I did not have to think about that situation any longer ~ I had a brother. His name was Joel. He made my world a better place and filled it with supreme kindness, a gentle laugh, and made ANY day at Pickwick Lake a winner. No one, nobody, well except for my husband, could get away with wearing a Speedo the way Joel did. He will be forever missed. I have shed enough tears for an army. I love him. My heart is firmly placed with his beautiful, precious, and loving wife, Gina, and his family. So, a little piece of my heart is taken...
Gina's long standing next door neighbours, whom have been in our circle of friends for a lifetime, lost an adult daughter whom was married and raising precious twins ~ devastatingly shocking and painful for the family. Another dear mate lost an older sister whom was cherished and passed away...far before her time. A bit of my heart rests with these families, too...
In South Australia, within a month's time span, Marcus and I have attended two funerals. One of our sweetest mates was the most avid and staunchest supporter of The Wheatsheaf Pub, and her light faded away after a long illness. Joan left behind a wonderful husband and two of the most outstanding, adult daughters I've ever known. WE are still reeling from the fact that we will never hear her laugh again. So, I ask you: How much CAN a heart take before it breaks in two?
And, Kapunda lost, most unexpectedly, the town chemist on Monday. Shocking. Sad. Tremendous loss for his family and for the wider, extended community. What do you do when you hear of someone's death? I sit in a quiet spot and think about them and picture their face, their smile...and remind myself that no one knows when they will get 'the call' ~ we can't live our lives afraid of dying, but we can live mindful of the fact that people remember HOW we made them FEEL - not necessarily what we accomplished in a lifetime.
And, then the abominable, abhorrent news of the Chamber of Commerce's CEO, Phil Trenary, shot dead in Memphis. A piece of my heart belongs with Phil's family at this most traumatic time in their lives. Memphis just lost one of its finest leaders - a sharp mind, a man whom thoroughly believed in Memphis and its future - gone...lost forever by the hands of a thug. Headlines the same: Senseless, Shocking...but, the murders go on and on and on and on and on...
And, now, Memphis can boast the position of America's second most violent city, falling right behind Baltimore. You know, a few years back Detroit and Oakland made the top 5. They seemed to have changed some things. I did not see them on the list this morning, but Memphis moved up a notch. Looks as if Memphis is vying for the top spot. Don't know about you, but I'm sick to death of Memphis Monsters.
Above All Else, I hope these families in Memphis and Kapunda will continue to find ways in which to heal their hurting hearts.
Sad beyond belief...
Blanco of The Roaming Stevens
PS: Please excuse any typos.
I typed that I had survived ten decades on this Earth and NO one commented. Hmmmmmmmm, perhaps I LOOK as if I have lived through TEN decades! Mind-boggling! 😎
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