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Highs and Lows

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


92 thoughts on “Highs and Lows

  1. 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 πŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œ

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  2. 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,


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  3. 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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  4. 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.


    • 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?


    • 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,



  5. 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.

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