tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449503.post4608021906966771884..comments2024-03-22T03:35:27.752-04:00Comments on Written Inc.: A star you can touchcarmilevyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00360045114379957605noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449503.post-15600569589950646992011-11-21T14:00:26.488-05:002011-11-21T14:00:26.488-05:00what do i cherish....?
i cherish what i know can ...what do i cherish....?<br /><br />i cherish what i know can Never be taken away. Which actually doesn't leave a whole lot! <br /><br />So it's the memories of time spent well with people.<br /><br />It's the look of sycamore wings each autumn, remembering the strings of them that one friend threaded.<br />It's crunching through the beech nuts on the way to a supermarket today and remembering the little boy who stood under a beech tree as they 'rained' down on him through the branches.<br />It's standing in total silnce wioth another dear friend on the very top of the hills...and listening to the total silence around us.<br />It's the memory of watching two of my scamps swimming in The Mediteranean.<br />It is sitting in a Welsh Opera House and feeling the music rattle my bones.<br />It is watching three little boys play in a cardboard house, fashioned out of the wrapping for a cooling system<br />It is the friend who travelled to see us and painted with the children and myself.<br />It is the herb bed, accurately fashioned and gave so much pleasure.<br /><br />While my memory still works, i cherish these memories. they are as precious to me as the people who currently fill and overflow in my life. Possibly because as I fade, and as my own decline starts, these will be more real than yesterdays visitors....mmphttp://themuddledmarketplace.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449503.post-26591167083711602062011-11-18T23:05:28.575-05:002011-11-18T23:05:28.575-05:00I think it was in the 1980s that I first experienc...I think it was in the 1980s that I first experienced the death of people who I worked with. It was strange, and unusual, because I was young and I had heretofore hung out with people my own age, who were less likely to die. But in the '80s I worked for a labor union where there were older members as well as younger - and I was perplexed and unaccountably puzzled when co-workers in their 70s and 80s died. <br /><br />Then, later, people I knew who were my age died of AIDS. Or drug overdoses. Or stupid things they did while on drugs.<br /><br />It seemed so strange. Why would someone I accepted as my peer, die? <br /><br />Now, in my 50's, I look back and when I reminisce, I think of many friends and co-workers who are gone - for many reasons, ranging from pure chance to ill health to evil.<br /><br />It is sobering. We're all human. We all go someday.Glennishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03681336164718681936noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449503.post-24757925134288603022011-11-17T23:01:28.824-05:002011-11-17T23:01:28.824-05:00What do I cherish? My family and friends. Things ...What do I cherish? My family and friends. Things happen fast - and we can lose anyone in a matter of seconds. We need to hug and make those that we cherish know they are loved...and tell them often.Sarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00188797432417336539noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449503.post-37094281858419321032011-11-17T22:36:10.724-05:002011-11-17T22:36:10.724-05:00Cherish it ALL!
Bless you dear Carmi
Aloha from...Cherish it ALL!<br /><br />Bless you dear Carmi<br /><br /><br />Aloha from Honolulu<br /><br /><a href="http://comfortspiral.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow">Comfort Spiral</a><br /> <br /> > < } } ( ° ><br /> <br /> ><}}(°><br /><br />< ° ) } } > <Cloudiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05853753108637831069noreply@blogger.com