Tuesday, July 29, 2025

Connecting Life Dots

How long will my journey be? 

Will I start where I'm going                                                                                             forgetting where I've been?                

What, which, when, how                                                                                                   will I remain being able?                                                                  

Lives lived and living                                                                                                       can vary and change.                     

How we measure, apply and use                                                                               often are within our grasp.  

Times & places we did not see                                                                                   for what they were.                                                   

My life. Theirs. Ours.                                                                                                       For what time we do not know.  

The privilege I have and may lose                                                                               is to determine my paths.

Trust, belief, caring,                                                                                                       sharing times made to recall.                                               

Will this also be lost as we age;                                                                                     is it always the way?

Looking for answers,                                                                                                         finding riddles instead.

Memory holes replace clutter.                                                                                       Why THIS journey, not another? 

How do we end . . .                                                                                                       when we made no choice to begin?

How much can we handle,                                                                                               manage and accept?

Do Not Blow Out Candles.                                                                                         Light Them Instead. 

Search for your tomorrow                                                                                                   in each day that remains.

Become, grow and give to others.                                                                                   Be aware they watch & wait.

Your journey renews                                                                                                 each day you are given.

Sunday, July 20, 2025

Finding Four Leaf Clovers

Why did my finger stop today                                                                                         on one specific photo?                                                                 

A smile was needed.                                                                                                           It had been a rough day.                                                                                                   I was on a site visited infrequently.

Was it meant to "pop up" today?                                                                                 To remind me of Mom in a special way?

I believe there's a reason;                                                                                             We don't always see                                                                                                           when we first look. 

It takes time to absorb                                                                                                   and understand                                                                                                                 the power of the past                                                                                                     in the present for the future.

In Spring, Summer & Fall,                                                                                   when Mom walked outside,                                                                                        suddenly, in the grass,                                                                                                   she'd spot a Four Leaf Clover. 

She would bend down,                                                                                                       carefully pick this Good Luck symbol,                                                                           offer it to whoever was walking with her.    

It gives me hope, once again,                                                                                     with the struggles and the challenges.  

There are bright and shining moments,                                                                             continuing positives surrounding our daily lives.                                     

Mom gave the gift                                                                                                           of sharing & caring to everyone.                                               

She didn't have to look for it.                                                                                             The good luck symbol found her.                                                      

Mom found the beauty,                                                                                                the love and the possibilities,                                                                                        even in the darkest moments of life.

I miss her. I miss my husband.                                                                                     The "good" memories, times past,                                                                             guide me today.              

We Women prefer to see the Rainbows of Life.

We weather the storms,                                                                                                     We struggle in the darkness,                                                                                     Celebrating the light emerging,                                                                                         the light shining through.

Our belief is tomorrow,                                                                                                 if we work for today,                                                                                                               will be better.

The photo, a "wealth of 4 leaf clovers"                                     

My Cousin's daughter has this "family gift".                                                          Reappearing generation to generation.                                                                       

Finding "joy" and "hope" beneath our feet,                                                                     on our path. . .  just look for it.

It gives hope for bright, shining moments.                                                                                                                                                                                                        Continuing positives. surrounding daily lives.

Beginning To End

Time can be so short or so very long. 

These past years moved ever so slowly.
 
When I stand and look backwards, 
they actually passed very quickly.

When I looked forward,
it seemed an endless chasm appeared. 

It truly seems like yesterday 
 
we took that walk 
down the church aisle 
to get married . . . 

Then I walked alongside
our daughter and behind,
as your friends carried you,
honoring your life, 
honoring the man you were,
the memory you continue to be.

I forgot some things 
for your funeral
but I wasn't really expecting 
there to be one. 

You were getting better.
You were coming home. . . 
in a few days.
Then it happened. 
The change. 
The turn around. 

The swift,
slow movement 
towards our separation.

Your never coming home, 
never returning here 
to be with me again.

No. I don't need 
to "let go".

I do not need 
to give away, 
throw away 
EVERYTHING 
about you.
 
It's not a 
constant reminder .
It will always be 
a part of  MY life. 

As time moves forward, 
I take a little here, a little there
to shelters and other places,
 
I think some man will benefit 
from having "new" clothes 
even if there are 
some small signs
of wear and use.

We've always given to others.
It was a part of our life
Part of who we were 
separately and together. 
This time would be no different. 

If there remains any visible signs
of everyday life as it used to be, 
what difference is that from 
living with family heirlooms 
generation to generation?

It is my life.
Was our life. 

Hurts no one.
Helps me.

And that has become 
a part of my mourning
as individual as I am, 
always have been. 

A long term widow?  
A long term individual, wife, 
mother and daughter.

Wednesday, July 16, 2025

The Chosen Ones

A society that loses or misplaces                                                               Compassion and Concern                                                                                     Turns a corner leading nowhere

Time to recall those who supported,
Replaced our bravest called to War,
Others placed on fields to secure
A piece of land protestors found.

These are not "New Times"
They are History Repeating Itself
Times we thought we'd passed
Securing equality and safety

When you do 
your evening walk
Children in tow,
Dogs on a leash,
Saying an occasional " Hi"
To neighbors old and new. . .

See the destruction
You viewed on your "screen"
Realizing War begins over
Labeling, Classifying and Pigeonholing.

Every neighborhood, every continent,
Is a step away from repeating History.

Our Globe is finite.
Space will allow a selected few.
Thought of as "Pioneers'
Who Will Be "The Chosen Ones"

We choose who to follow,
We select who to raise above

Our hands hold our future


Thursday, July 10, 2025

Courage To Share

Every day I'm amazed                                                                                                 When I sit down to share

My past, today's thoughts,                                                                                 tomorrow's concerns and cares.                                                                                

To see how far these words have reached                                                             Continue every day to teach.                                                

I don't need to know each of you by name                                                                         I feel connected just the same.

A common goal to find and share                                                                                     To simply find those who truly care.

Others share the path we cannot see.                                                                               I know they walked before and follow me.   

Look around, find another.                                                                                           Pass the word, there is a way to discover.

How each of us together and apart.                                                                             Can find ways to start.

The World is seeing, we are not alone.

A world where we support and care.                                                                             Where we learn and where we share. 

We're almost to 100,000 views.                                                                                         All because of each and every 'YOU"

It doesn't matter the language we speak.                                                                       We are joined together by the goals we seek

To care for our loved ones, have a better life.                                                             Walk peacefully together, morning, noon & night.

You've taught me the world cares.                                                                                     If we simply have the courage to share.

Wednesday, July 9, 2025

Empty Hangers

"Friends" would ask:
You still have some of his things. 
Hanging in "his" closet or in "his" drawers? 
 
Give them away. Get rid of them. 
They're only reminders of what is no more.
It's time you moved on.

I want to scream, 
"Mind your own business."

You believe you mean well ... but...
Your words sting, they dig deep.
To you it's words of "caring"
To me it's words of "tearing apart".

Memories surround 
A widow/widower. 
Each person grieves 
moving forward -- 
in their own way.

Amazing, 
how you become "older" 
and even "less capable" 
to some family members 
when you lose a spouse. 

In their eyes  
and on their lips . . . 

Opening and closing, 
far more often, 
believing they have 
"the best advice" 
you MUST follow.

The "one remaining" 
seems to lose 
their ability 
to "think clearly". . .
in the eyes of the world 
and on their sharp tongues.

In many families,
the remaining Parent
becomes a target
due to the "child's"
inability to handle grief.

They point fingers,
say negative things
Anything to lessen 
their inability to share,
to come alongside.

Annoyances or challenges 
"the kids" may have,
become reflections 
of how the remaining "parent" 
did a poor job and therefore
"messed up their lives" forever.

If they haven't before, 
they'll probably cut the cord --
usually not until they ensure 
"what's in it for them" 
financially or otherwise". 

You finally succumb 
to momentous pressures 
you've risen to slay 
with your imaginary sword.
 
Perseverance, 
persistence, 
cry or show emotions 
reflecting your rejection 
of how you're being treated -- 
The response is almost always
"you're over reacting".

The Dictator of Death Reaction 
can have "mood swings" 
due to "change of life" 
or setbacks at work, 
for any reason,
but the "spouse" 
or "significant other" 
should just let it go.

I dare not show I'm human, 
just like you, 
because you'll think 
"there's something 
very wrong with me".

GET OVER IT. 
That's what I hear 
even when 
there's only silence.

Sometimes you have to 
go around, 
under, beside, 
between or over "IT".
 
Through many trials 
and tribulations, 
a little "help", 
a measure of 
"assistance" 
often provides 
the "teamwork" 
needed to move positively, 
progressively.

My second son 
talked about perspective 
when we were last together. 

As with so much in life, 
sometimes it's slight comments
that "stick" with you. 

He wasn't lecturing me, 
he was talking about 
a presentation he'd given 
to some younger 
and less experienced 
people where he works.

Once upon a time
I felt strange
Mentioning I had
GROWN CHILDREN . . .

Now?  
Grown Grand-Children!

His comment reflected 
on making statements 
about a group of numbers 
he presented. 

It showed the amount of time 
he spent traveling, 
how many weeks 
he was on the road, 
the amount of air miles 
he'd accumulated and more -- 
all in the space of a few months.

The positive . . . 
was how "successful" 
his efforts had been 
and how the group, 
as a whole, 
was moving towards their goal.

The negative 
came in the form 
of a text message 
from his oldest daughter 
about him not being around.

PERSPECTIVE.  
Life can often be point-of-view. 

Where you stand when you look 
and how you see.

A key to life, in my world, 
is realizing 
it's not just perspective,
it's more REALIZATION.  

Recognizing the need
to dig deeper, 
hear more completely. 
 
Listen and respect 
the other person's viewpoint 
even when it's not your own.

How long will I be "the widow"?
 
As with many other 
life experiences
I may not choose to be,
have the ability to control, 
or a way to foresee 
the answer to that question. 

Thursday, July 3, 2025

Label, Classify & Pigeonhole

LABELS are a challenge 
to all ages and groups in society. 

They come with varying shapes and durability. 
Some can be temporary and others permanent. 

Many do not deserve 
the strength they're given.

Ever hear someone say 
about a person with Dementia 
how "childlike" they are?
 
We don't say to those
beyond a certain age as Adults, 
"you're so adult". 

We feel perfectly comfortable
referring to the actions & behaviors 
of Seniors as "childlike"

Believing they have poor hearing
Inability to see well
Surely not able to "care".
 
Allowing ourselves to believe 
this is acceptable and expected.

We fail to recognize 
Dementia isn't one size fits all.
 
Seniors have the ability 
to take offense at hearing 
this "labeling"of themselves 
or others in this way. 

Some parents caution other adults
"Be careful what you say"
Citing the name of a Child
Admonishing about they're "listening".

Some people believe
Aging always means
Loss of sight and sound

When we use the term "childlike",
we often believe the person 
is incapable of understanding, 
or hearing what was said.

To the contrary,
Many are quite competent
"I hear you", they want to say
Soon you will have "your day" 

Those values of behavior 
are generally used comparing 
and contrasting actions and words 
to expectations of what we think 
should be seen or heard.

If, however, we use a comparison,
once used with men versus women -- 
that's "feminine" or that's "masculine"--
we would be looked at by society 
as being "chauvinistic" or "feminist".

As a society, 
we need to remove 
this "Senioristic" 
set of labels 
that starts early 
in today's life expectancy. 

Too soon we begin 
to devalue individuals 
with "Seniorism" and "Ageism".

We feel comfortable 
with adding 
additional labels, 
including "childlike". 

Too many times
It's medications.
 
Recall how you've reacted
Given "meds" 
Your body can't tolerate?

We spend years of life working 
to leave "childhood" behind, 
to become independent, 
self sufficient, capable, 
productive and more. 

Only to be told, 
or have someone talk about
those around us, in our age group
or a little older, as being: "childlike"? 

It's offensive for those 
who can hear,
understand and care. 
It's as offensive as talking 
religion, skin color, 
sexuality, gender.

In the United States age denotes ability. 
Advancing age or achieved age 
brings beliefs there are specific levels
of ability and capability, 
seen as "good" or "not good". 

You are categorized and pigeonholed 
for achieving what we all aim for -- 
gaining life experience and knowledge. 

A few are accepted and even revered, 
most are set aside and walked away from.

We should weigh carefully 
our choice of descriptive words. 

Using "childlike" can be seen as 
"loving, caring and wanting to protect". 

Those actions may be seen 
as well intentioned, 
they also act as a lessening
of the value of a person. 

Just try calling an adult woman
 a "girl" or adult man a "boy", 
especially if they happen to be 
of a certain ethnicity. . . 
 
How acceptable to them is
your "endearment" of 
"She's such a nice girl" or 
"He's really a great boy" ?

Childlike because of their constant smiles
like one woman I visit in Mom's old facility?  
Because of her constant mantra: 
"Honey", "Honey", "Honey"? 

Or perhaps like another woman
who always seems to be frowning;
everything she says has a "negative sound" 
like she's angry -- due to muscle inability.

She's characterized 
as someone 
mad at the world, 
probably always has been.

The first woman's response 
may be part of her earlier adult life 
when she interacted with a husband,
or a family member,
her pet name for them was "Honey". 

This piece of memory remains.
She looks for this person all around her.
She calls out for him/her 
as her mind reaches out 
using what remains of this memory.

The second woman 
may have led a life 
where being aggressive and assertive 
was part of her everyday life.
 
She might be reacting 
to what she sees and hears in the facility 
and it's her way of ensuring 
she keeps it from happening to her.

Individuals All.
Lives Lived.
Caregiving, uplifting,
Now put down
By a society 
Valuing " high competency".

Wednesday, July 2, 2025

Long Term Widow Survivor

Originally written 
more as a "Diary"
June 17, 2015.

Yes, I wrote 
that long ago.
Did not have the 
"courage" to share.
Did not believe anyone
would read or care.
 
To put thoughts 
on a page 
I could return to 
when the loss 
of loved ones 
and the challenges 
rise to the surface.

Just stepped back 
a few months
to December 2023, 
someone telling me to 
"Get Over It! 
He's been gone 
a long time . . . ." 
words that demean, attack.

It's like an indelible stamp. 
Death of a spouse.
 
Couple with the death 
of a beloved Mother 
who'd lived with you 
for almost four decades.

Loss of family 
Is loss of self.
It takes more
than time can tell.

it's more than just 
"someone passing" 
and you move forward. 

It's a major life change 
affecting daily living.

Does it fade with time 
or only if someone
enters your life? 

Can the pain and loss
be replaced with 
more positive thoughts?

Your spouse has passed. 
You get letters and cards 
honoring the person. 

Friends and acquaintances 
express their condolences,  
their concerns for you -- 
for a while.

You must move on.
It's time to stop grieving.
You have a life to live.
He would have wanted you to.

Life goes on. 
That's it. 
Adjust. Move on. 

Looking back 
I remember 
sermons in Church 
after my husband passed 
about the "goodness" 
of the single life, of
remaining true to the one 
that's been "lost".  

I didn't really 
get the message 
back then.
 
Since I've chosen 
to move beyond that place, 
I somehow find the memories 
of those advisories 
to be directed towards me, 
even though I had no thought then, 
or do I now, of "moving on" 
with someone else.

My daughter had mentioned 
there was someone, a man, 
who wondered how long
I'd "stay a widow".

He thought I'd remarry quickly. 
Why?  I wonder. 
Didn't bother to ask. 
Had no interest in having 
any conversation with him.

That was January 2011, 
my husband's funeral. 

Husband and I had 
a special bond 
forged over melding 
similarities and differences 
from our first meeting 
to our last time together.

Some people just don't have
what used to be 
referred to as "class" 
to say that in front of 
an immediate family member.

But then 
there's no accounting 
for people's inability 
to have what was also called
 "manners" or the foresight 
to know what to say, 
when to say it, 
and where to say it.

Oh, well.  Moving forward.

We're allowed to talk
about the pet we had as a child
and how much we missed 
the dog, cat or even goldfish 
when it died -- 

but people don't really want to hear 
about a dead spouse.

There is life in the here and now after death. 
For some it's a return to normal.
For others it's life continuing down a path 
somewhat planned, somewhat by chance,
 moving forward, sometimes looking back.

Maybe a son remembers
it's still a difficult time -- 
Father's Day and His Birthday, 
Our Anniversary.

Perhaps it's because 
my husband passed 
at a time in life 
when we were supposed 
to be beginning 
to enjoy our "freedom" 
from work, from the everyday.

A new start.
Now singular rather than plural.