9 Sep 2011, 1:47pm
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  • The first day of the rest of your life…without someone




    Stop for one minute and try to fathom your life with out someone you love. It’s an awful thought. We tend to take each minute with our loved ones as though we are entitled to them and things will never change. But, then reality changes everything. Yesterday, a woman who I have come to love very dearly passed away. My step-mom, Beatrice Smith-Simmons lived a full life but it was cut short by cancer. My dad called me about ten hours after her passing to let me know. She had been sick for some time and I was waiting for the call but it was so surreal when it finally came. I was walking into our bedroom with a pile of laundry in hand, phone stuck between my shoulder and ear. His voice was quiet and calm. “Mish, Bea passed away this morning at around 3:45ish”. I responded but I felt confused and then I started to cry. Bea’s beautiful face flashed through my mind’s eye, her soft voice, crooked smile, gentle hands and kind eyes. My dad and I talked for a few more minutes crying together, softly and then we hung up. I stopped folding laundry and made a few calls to let my family know, then I just cried. I cried and thought to myself how awful it is for a beautiful person, such as Bea, to have to leave this earth. But, she didn’t leave us empty handed. She did a lot with her time here and I will never, never forget her. I read a saying once: “People will forget what you’ve said. People will forget what you’ve done, but people will never forget how you made them feel”. Bea — you taught me a lot and you always made me feel good about myself. You were kind and loving and reproved my actions when needed. Your sweet spirit will never be forgotten. Thank you. I love you.

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  • Chronicles: Love Notes

    I used to have pen pals as a young girl.  I loved writing to my friends both near and far.

    Sharing my thoughts in exchange for another’s was exhilarating.  When my two pages letters to Jeremy or Amanda or John were answered with two pages of their own thoughts, it was like gold in my sixteen year old hands.

    I cherish those memories.

    As my son gets older, I catch him doing things like me.  Saturday he asked me for help with writing a note to Pasha.

    “I love you, Pasha.  You are my bestfriend and you can be in my club.”

    Complete with some toys and a shell in an envelope.

    Sealed with a few licks and hand delivered.

    I got a little emotional watching my boy being so loving and vulnerable with his buddy.  Moments like these are most often found in the innocence of youth…because as the years go by, the innocence leaves and selfish, self-centered motives are more prevalent.  If only there were more people in our lives to whom we could readily write love notes, right?  How many times have I wished that I could write a note to the person who was using me as a scratching post, or a teether, or a punching bag.  A little compassion, kindness, mercy, or manners, please?  Sometimes, I tenderly wish for the days when my relationships were innocent and the only thing my friend wanted was to play Polly Pockets or Barbies — not a piece of my soul or my peace of mind.

    The other week I sent out four separate notes to friends near and far letting them know what they meant to me.

    Nostalgia?  Most likely.  Rewarding?  Most definitely.

    “Manners are the sensitive awareness of the feelings of others, if you have that awareness you have good manners.”  — Emily Post

    Thank you Emily Post.  Now we all know, that good manners do NOT hinge on my opinion or yours.  Good manners are good manners.  Bottom line.

     

     
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