Still meeting people that have not heard about Mac, that is just heard about his death recently. Happened just about 15 minutes ago, when I met Eunice a preposee who worked here and was so good with Mac. She has been away because she has had a baby girl. The baby's name is Winner...well there's a new one have never heard of a baby called Winner...that caused us to have a discussion on names and then she said - I heard about Mac - well it's for the best...
I guess it could be called "for the best"..not for me of course but for him, he was so happy the last day of his life, but that was unusual and now as I look at a picture right in front of me, it's true I never saw him smile so happily, the picture was taken on the last day.
So that started me on pictures - so many - when one lives as long as we have of course there would be tons..last night I watched a movie where a woman around my age says the sad thing about losing a loved one is forgetting bits and pieces of the person. One wants to remember everything, which reminded me of how though I am so sad, it's wonderful that the memory of Mac is still fresh in my mind..and I guess once I start to lose some of that, I will have all the pictures and the home movies. Good thing.
The last night of our Grieving group, the leader sang this song..kind of fits in:
In the bulb there is a flower in the seed, an apple tree
in cocoons a hidden promise ; butter flies will soon be free
In the cold and snow of winter there's a spring that waits to be
unrevealed until its season something God alone can see.
there's a song in every silence seeking sword and melody
There's a dawn in every darkness bringing hope to you and me
From the past will come the future what it holds, a mystery
unrevealed until its season something God alone can see,
In our end is our beginning in our time infinity
in our doubt there is believing in our life eternity
In our death a resurrection at the last a victory
unrevealed until its season something God alone can see.
With all the talk about the refugees, about Parisians, about Terrorists, one would think that one man's life Mac's would not be so uppermost in my mind, well it is, but it makes me think that the lives of all these people, the refugees, the terrorists, and the people suffering they mean so much to someone too...how I can understand how they feel..and I feel for them...g'nite.
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