A day at the park:

"His life carries on in all of us.", then I thought, maybe cliché? But it is true I do think of him by the way.

He was simple, he knew the song, he suffered in family and habits ..we all did back then, in our youth. I saw two generations at the park that day. Where we had come to say goodbye. to a friend, to a father, to friend of a friend. I remember his smile. 

Now when I sit at my desk about to pray, or sit at my computer in the afternoon, regularly the photo from the park memorial slips out and falls down in front of me, and I hear him say, "Make that call! Write that email!" Do you care? Yes, I care.  Well then, what are you waiting for....call, email, love, write, never give up on someone,,,because once they are gone it is too late, the door is closed. But I believe in you, to do something better. I believe in you to not be like me. I believe that you could do so much better. Just stop that sorry, open up the blind and see the blue sky. Do you want some advice? leave me alone, I have traveled on but you're still at home .Open the rafters and rattle the keys, shake out the  cobwebs of that 1947 Indian motorcycle and ride!

love to you always Gary, Aunt Janie