Highs and Lows
You crash every party
Your body not present
But your aura hovers, waiting
And then it starts
One memory begets another
Each one adding their part
In their story of you
Soon all are are laughing
Myself included
‘Til I drive home, alone
Lost for a little while
I feel there is memory here, and I feel there’s potential for tears. In which case I say, thanks for the share. π
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There is both.
Thank you. π
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Didn’t mean to trigger. Apologies if I have, you know that π
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Please, do not fret.
I always hesitate to put these out there as I am afraid to be looking for sympathy or whatever, needing comfort. I’m not. Just channeling the emotions that flit through on occasion.
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That’s good. And I couldn’t imagine you being a sympathy hunter. You’re far too positive.
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Right!
Still… I do worry π
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Don’t. No need. No one reading your posts could ever mistake your strengths.
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Good.
And thank you!
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Smiles. They go on for S-miles-S
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Yes, they do!
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“…lost in a little while”… till you reach your ‘highs” again. Moving… beautifully written, Dale. πππ€π
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Exactly.
Thank you so much, Marina.
ππ
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π xoxoxo
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π§‘xoxoxoπ§‘
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Melancholy and joy. Memories can be like ghosts. Very touching, Dale.
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Thank you, Merril.
There are times…
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To me, your mood came forth loud and clear. Peace to you, my friend. Big hug!
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Thank you, my friend.
Sometimes it just has to come out.
Big hug accepted and returned!
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Well stated. I know you are strong, but the moments still occur. Hopefully writing helped.
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Yes, they do and writing through it does help. It only happens now and again and as December approaches. No matter how one tries not to focus on it, can’t be helped.
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Thanks for sharing.
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Thanks for reading
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Lost in the love of memories is a good place to be! Hugs to you.
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Thank you, Peter.
Indeed, it is. Hugs accepted!
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Beautiful Dale, you cope so well. I do know you paint on the smile . It’s never easy but we have to get on with life or there is no point. Hugs you are a good friend and I send you love πππ
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Thank you, Willow. The smile is genuine. There are just moments now and again…
Yes, we keep moving forward and enjoying this beautiful life.
Thanks for your love and hugs. You are sweet. And fear not, I’m good! π§‘π§‘π§‘π§‘
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I am so pleased that you are okay. Life is not always kind but we can always help each other π
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Oh yes. Fear not, dear Willow. Writing, talking, being with friends – all go towards feeling fabulous. π§‘
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Yes indeed π
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Dale,
This was certainly a surprise to find, and may I say a beautifully written and genuinely poignant discovery. It possesses a weight to it. Not cumbersome . . valuable and important and what was the theme of my post recently? Human. That part of us that is sovereign to time’s efforts.
You’ve brought tears to my eyes with this one, and to use a Greyson Chance song to seal it with a timeless kiss? Just . . just.
Peace, love and hugs,
Marc
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Marco,
You know you get me when you start with ‘Dale’. Thank goodness it is not cumbersome – it was not meant to be and I would loathe for anyone to think it so. It was me, being human, driving home after an evening where he took over again.
You’ve brought tears to my eyes with this comment. And it’s Grayson Chance’s fault I wrote this!
Peace, love, hugs and friendship,
Dale
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I do get you. Never cumbersome, always beautiful.
That’s the thing about your mind, it speaks up even when you’re minding your own business. And it has the spotlight, every time.
But the thoughts and the memories are wonderful, important things that make you . . you. And to understand a person’s presence in the embrace of family and friends is a timeless gift.
There are worse faults, π
MUAH!
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I know you do and I am blessed to have you.
It does! Bugger…
They are wonderful, truly they are. And I think it speaks to who he was that he STILL, five years later, has his presence felt.
There are – and this is not one.
MWAH!
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The blessings are a two way street.
Right.
And always will. And NOT just by those who knew him. Even those of us who never did . . even us.
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Feeling all warm and fuzzy now because yes, two way street all the way.
Which is powerful, isn’t it?
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Now that you’re all warm and fuzzy . . can we discuss that Michael J Fox trade between our countries? No? Not the right moment? Okay . . I get it.
Seriously, its very powerful.
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A for effort, my friend. I am not addled, just warm and fuzzy.
π
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Addled . . . good word. Okay, you get to keep him I guess.
π
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We do like our words.
But you can borrow him.
π
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We do.
We are.
π
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Coz we rock.
π
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Like Freddie!
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Ya baby!
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Youβve captured this essence of remembrance so succinctly and beautifully. This is how they live on. π€
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Thank you, Eilene. Such a lovely thing to say.
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It’s funny how grief hits us. I struggle…once with questions of how and why…then with haunting images of how it should have been. I can now reflect on the memories of yesterday with Thanksgiving and only flashes of loneliness.
This was beautiful and sad with moments of happiness, and all those things a great piece should be.
Wrapping you in hugs!
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Grief has its way with us. I have never been the ‘why me?’ type but you can’t help but wonder why the good ones get snuffed out so early. I mostly smile when I think of him. Once in a while I get knocked over and it surprises me every time.
Thank you for your lovely words. So glad you saw all that.
I shall take those hugs and squeeze in return!
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(((β€)))
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I just saw my response disappeared!
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Certain memories often come out of nowhere and when least expected. It can bring you low, and bring you down. Then….it happens again and the great, joyful and good memories replace them. For a while. The more life continues, the more of these memories we have. It’s a human experience we cannot control or delete. It’s called life. Your story was well done and caused me to pause and reflect for a bit. Well done.
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Thank you, Jan. It’s always a good sign when someone is brought to reflection after reading something I wrote!
Life is a series of memories we are creating and collecting and going back to, isn’t it?
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Hugs to you.
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Thank you, Mark!
Hugs accepted and returned.
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A really insightful poem Dale, it really captures those emotions that come up when we don’t necessarily expect them.
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Thank you so much, Andrea. Always when we don’t expect…well often, anyway!
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The highs and lows are tilted in favor of the highs I hope.
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Absolutely, John. The lows are far and few between; they appear a tad more frequently, the closer we get to December because then he is on EVERYone’s mind…
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Of course on the other hand, It is a good way to keep his spirit with you. Very bittersweet I would guess. Bless you.
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Yes. And even if I wanted to push it away, he is quite insistent…
Very bittersweet.
Thank you, John. You are a sweetie!
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Simply. Beautiful.
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Thank you, Tara.
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Such a beautifully poignant message Dale, I admire youβre uplifting spirit! xx
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Aww, thank you, Rene. You are so sweet.
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I mean ever word! πΊ
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You are truly kind. π»
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And so are you!
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Dear Dale,
Such a lovely poem. You are such an inspiration. I echo all the comments. Wonderful writing, my friend.
Shalom and lotsa comforting hugs,
Rochelle
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Dearest Rochelle,
Thank you so much. I would have liked it to flow more lyrically but hey, that ain’t me.
Shalom and lotsa love,
Dale
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This is so beautifully done, Dale. So tender and so real and I am sure anyone who’d lost someone they loved deeply and who have memories of that person ‘visit’ unexpectedly, knows some of the disorientation and ‘lost feeling’ that envelopes – real but not real, oscillating between the then and the now, yearning and remembering and sprinkled with sorrow, again. Sorrow and love and laughter and empty arms.
Poignant doesn’t begin to describe this, dear friend.
Na’ama
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Thank you, sweet Na’ama.
I swear, we cannot have a gathering without him visiting – as much as there is so much laughter, there is always that bittersweet feeling, too.
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I hear you, and I think that’s a sign of great love. These visits. How interwoven your loved one was in every experience. In laughter and gathering and friendship and fun times. It is a blessing and a heartache, both. Hugs to ya!
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That it is.
And thank you!
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This is beautiful, Dale.
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Thank you, Robin.
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Everyone experiences highs and lows. However, some wallow in the valleys longer, unable to rise and experience the next climb to the mountain. Glad you aren’t one of those peeps.
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This is true. I am definitely not a wallower in the lows. I acknowledge them and then start the climb up again immediately.
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Itβs remarkable how quickly loneliness takes up space in the room.
– Bassey Ikpi, βI’m Telling the Truth, but I’m Lying: Essaysβ (Harper Perennial, August 20, 2019)Β
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Boy can it ever…
And it is amazing how someone no longer physically here, can take up so much room.
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And yet you are an amazing Light.
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Geez, David! Thank you.
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Sending love!
I hear you, and feel you. {{{hugs}}}
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I be good, my friend.
I’ll still take the hugs π
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I have lots of hugs & you can have all you need. β€
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Thanks, sweet one.
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xo
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