
A Special Last-Minute Notice
The myth is the public dream and the dream is the private myth. If your private myth, your dream, happens to coincide with that of
The myth is the public dream and the dream is the private myth. If your private myth, your dream, happens to coincide with that of
“Rebellious leaves going out in a blaze of glory, setting trees aflame in riotous color. Reluctant surrender to rumors of coming winter.” ~John Mark Green
I too have suffered from despair since childhood. It began at the age of 11 when my father died. To this day there are many occasions in my daily life when I cannot get excited about something because I know it will not last and my pleasure will not last and I will die and nobody will care and nothing I have done will make any difference, and so what?
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Lovely story!
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Thank you, Betsy.
An inspiring inheritance of the heart and spirit. May your father always be near you in your memories and shared love.
Peace,
Kathleen
Many thanks for your kind words and warm blessing. Peace, Jeanie
Beautiful, Jean, and I love the colorful family history and tribute to Italian men. I wonder how it feels to lose someone so loved at 103. My mother-in-law will be 99 this winter, and she’s going strong in so many ways, but life becomes sadder and more limited for her. She’s a little fonder of me because I published a book with her son’s photo on the cover. 😉
I’m laughing at your last comment!! I understand it, but since my husband’s mother was Scotch/Irish, I’m not personally familiar with it! Losing Dad at 103 feels bittersweet to me. He was loved, had a full life, and was doted on by women who saw it as their life’s purpose to dote on him. What more would most men want?