I could feel itIt's Fall and they are falling!
Tony Maude
And now,
Morgan
It is what happens . . .We each have a certain amount of time to be hereand do what it is that we are here to do. I think that the spur of mortality helps us to get it done. There is no guarantee that we have the time to do it. That deadline helps me to move things along.
Maybe, this is Morgan kicking me in the butt. It seems such an expensive way to do it!I know she still had cash in her purse to spend, whereas, Pavarotti may have been down to his last few coins.
I have lived my time as though I had an abundance of it. I have savored it . . . I have squandered it. Lately, I have come to realize how un-alive I have been . . . for so long! It took a shock . . .
and here is another. I got an email that just said, "Have you seen the paper?" I couldn't breathe as I read the article. I wouldn't let it inside of me. Morgan . . . I treasure the times we spent frantically getting the job done. Our work was so linked with death . . . and so full of life. We facilitated memorials for kids who lost battles with their bodies.That sweet day, we went looking for "that angel song" that Merisa wanted to listen to, in her hospital bed at Stanford. That was the last time I saw Merisa. I didn't get to attend her memorial I was so busy setting up the room for the reception afterwards, because that is what we did. I was alone in that huge gym. It had to be done . . . and I was the one there to do it. I never got the chance to say goodbye to Merisa, old curly-fries Merisa . . . I find her here, now . . .
On Sunday, I will spend time with you . . . hear what parts of you others got to share, Filling in the spaces of who you were to so many other people. I will sing my song to you and try to remember to hear the words for myself. I have missed you . . . and I will miss you!