Sorry this one is late God has taken another close angel for his army this past week.
Life is so fragile anything could literally happen to anyone at anytime. I'm finding THAT out in the 9 months that one of each of our parents are gone. Ebb and flo is motif that has played in our lives not only by the motion of the ocean against our feet in Fiji or Mexico, but the pain that swells in our chests every time a movie comes on and a patient has cancer or a parent dies of old age. It hits too hard because it is too soon. Like the pain that swells, so does the appetite not only for food but for human contact. Some days I want to be lovey dove-y, and all she can do is sleep. Other days vice versa. The other hard part of this is that we work in a customer service based retail jobs. Sucks to suck right?
There's no break, there's no release from the grind, cuz whether family passes or not and YOUR world stops moving, the REAL world doesn't. Each ebb comes comes with a more difficult flo. The smell of one spritz of Etertnity or Chanel No. 6, has us both sobbing. The sight of a raggedy holed shirt or a crisp unworn feathered hat had the same effect. Belief of not being enough is a reality we live every once in a while. Fighting the solemn place is a demon we both struggle with. Neither one of us wants to live in this uphill battle, but once again we affirm to each other we will help the other through it.
We want to look forward and plan for our future un-robbed by sudden deaths, right now it's just not in the cards. Some how some way we will find that Ace up our sleeves and when we play it, be ready for the jackpot to hit big. Until then keep trying to read this poker face if you can, while the pain ebbs and the peace flos.
RIH Dennis "Pop-Pop" Randle
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