Funny thing about feelings.
They are neither debatable
nor negotiable.
They are neither right
or wrong.
They can't be justified,
rationalized, or vindicated.
They just are.
You own them.
They can not be purchased,
leased, or sold.
They are not open for discussion
or external interpretation.
They are a reflection
of your soul.
They are you...
dancing beween the flowers
and the stars,
appearing and vanishing at will,
like sudden bursts of color
reflected in still water.
They are you...
glimpses
of treasured moments of happiness
interrupted
by effortless moments of grief.
Asleep or awake,
they travel through the shadows with me,
connected by dreams
of bright daylight.
They are my history.
They are me...
They are my biography,
written by you
as you sleep.
They are you.
© JOHN PISCATELLA
5 comments:
John,
Only one word-
Beautiful!
Margaret
Dear Cousin John,
I have never been very good at expressing my feelings and emotions but Babe could always figure them out. She had that very special gift. It has been over three weeks now and I still can’t come up with any kind of words that can fully express my feelings and condolescences to you.
Babe was a very special person to me and to many others. She touched many people in her lifetime, especially family. She was the confidant and advisor that we all could go to about anything and everything. She was certainly a great support and comfort to me in the past year with all the trials that my family has endured. We all should have the spirit, zest and compassionate understanding for life that she had.
I have been at times accused of living in the past but reminiscing has always been a comfort for me in sad and trying times. I have a lot of memories, good and not so good (the not so good wasn’t really that bad.), of growing up with Babe and the Belanger family. I often wondered and hoped that some of the weekends that you guys spent with us and our kids back in the early seventies didn’t have anything to do with your moving across the country.
I know that you are not that close to the Big Guy upstairs and not that I am that much closer but I still pray for Babe and for you in your time of grief. I still cannot imagine the rest of my life without Babe and I can’t even begin to imagine what your life without her will be like.
Please keep in touch and remember to cry when you have to and to laugh whenever you can. All my sympathy and love.
Ever you’re Cousin,
Albert
Dear Cousin John,
I wish that I could write like this but I can't. This little poem gives me comfort and hopefully it will do the same for you.
Cousin Al......
Death is nothing at all
I have only slipped away into the next room
I am I, and you are you
Whatever we were to each other
That we still are
Call me by my old familiar name
Speak to me in the easy way you always used
Put no difference in your tone
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow
Laugh as we always laughed
At the little jokes we enjoyed together
Play, smile, think of me, and pray for me
Let my name ever be the household word
That it always was
Let it be spoken without effort
Without the trace of a shadow in it
Life means all that it ever meant
It is the same as it ever was
There is unbroken absolute continuity
What is death but a negligible accident
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you for an interval
Somewhere very near, just around the corner
All is well
Nothing is past; nothing is lost
One brief moment and all will be as before
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again
Canon Henry Scott Holland, 1847-1918
Canon of St Paul’s Cathedral
Dear John,
Your words are so amazing and meaningful to all of us. Thank you so much for sharing your feelings and helping us with our feelings as well. I have never thought about feelings this way but the way you express this is so very true.
John,
As I left my attorney’s office today having finalized my health directives (long overdue and proscrated over),Florine’s spirit, as spoken through your very eloquent and heart wrenching words, guided me through this arduous process. Yes, there are everlasting lessons that few of us leave to family and friends as a candle lit for others to follow. Thank you John. Thank you Florine.
Louise
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