One of my favorite seasons for fruits and dining. Everything feels lighter–sunnier. My plums are just now ripening although late this year. Everything seems later. The butterflies have not been so prolific but the hummingbirds have been quite busy. The world spins and the tides continue. Been waiting for:
- The “hit song” of summer.
- A tangible miracle to manifest (like a happy ending to my tome).
- Are we there yet? The end of Obamination!
- Pops to be happy and pain-free.
Watching someone physically and mentally leaving earth is like “Ferberizing” a baby. You want to pick them up and comfort them but you know it doesn’t help. Sometimes a good cry is liberating. Mostly for us. Freeing. And it releases endorphins which help with healing and depression. We the living can never know what they see or hear till we ourselves are at heaven’s door. God bless Pops—may the angels free him from the ties which hold him here.
j