Monthly Archives: July 2010

Here Again, Watching and Waiting

Like all others I watched and waited.
Mother-in-law Betty was walking the path
Which all of us must walk in our last days.

The veil between life and death became opaque.
Mom was visiting with sisters and brothers waiting for her.
She was in their presence and conversing with them.

My heart hurt.  Yet, I rejoiced Mom’s journey was ending.
Her destination was a far, far better place.
Betty is now re-united with family and friends.

The utopia offers relief from her aches and pains
Of the accumulated earthly injuries.
Heaven is a panacea of realized hopes and beliefs.

It is difficult to see and participate in this transition.
Dying is a process that awaits you and me.
I am helpless to shorten the hours or days.

Sometimes it seems there is a penalty to be paid,
A specific amount of agony or patience exhausted,
Before the gates open and a crossing is granted. 

I am sad I will no longer have Mom close by.
I have stood by her bedside and shared memories,
Memories of days gone by filled with joy and family.

I am glad we had those joyous times.
I cherish memories of events with family and friends
I cling to the warmth of the love shared.

I ask those friends, relatives, and saints,
Who have gone before for assistance and guidance.
Please open you hands and hearts to help Mom’s transition.

Provide Betty the light and guidance
As she takes the final steps across the threshold
To join her loved ones.

Thank you Mom for all you have given to us.

I cherish the lessons you taught.

I cherish your memory.

Originally written:   July 13, 2010

Yes, this happened to our family on July 13th.  I am feeling the pangs of impending
separation from a loved one.  I first met Betty when I walked her daughter
home from choir practice on Bunker Hill Air Force Base Chapel in 1962. 
Betty provided me and several of my Air Force buddies dinner.  I remember
the hamburgers with the toasted buns.  These were the first hamburgers I had
tasted with a toasted bun.  They quickly became a favorite.  Her husband, Leo
who has been gone for many years became a second father to me. He
and his brother, Patrick, or Patty taught me how to maintain cars and
do many of the chores around the home.  Leo taught me piety and reverence
for Our Lord.   Betty and Leo taught me lessons in family life and love.

Stress and Persistence

Stress wears like iron.
It weighs even more
Upon ones shoulders.
Using it’s energy frees even me.
To overcome the challenge.

Stress can be shed
Through exercise of mind and body.
Quack, Quack, it runs off of my feathers
Like water off of a ducks back.

I seek to learn how to not let the fretting get me wet,
And when I am wet how to shake anguish off
Like the duck in the rain.  Quack, Quack.

I am sometimes successful.
At other times,  I lose sleep
Like everyone else.

Yet, persistence will win the day.
I am confident in a war of stress versus persistence
Skilled persistence will win.
Originally written:  April 15 1998

I learned this lesson the hard way through living with stress 
for many years and leading others into and during crisis.
These situations usually had corporate executive visibility
and in many had serious financial consequences if not
resolved as quickly as humanly possible.   I soon found I
could use the power of stress to get things accomplished.
Stress also was relieved with succeeding to resolve the
Clients issues. 

It was stress of revenue endangered, urgency of time,  difficulty  in understanding the problems, anger, distrust, and no known solution.  Opposing this was skill, determination,  persistance, communication, and integrity.

Hands Holding Hands

  • Hands holding hands.
    • Smiles on faces.
    • Eyes Twinkling.
  • Hearts being opened,
    • And poured to full measure.
  • Young and old are captives
    • Eagerly ensnared.
  • It is spring and
    • New energy abounds.
  • Hands holding hands.
    • Smiles on faces.
    • Eyes twinkling.
  • Love being shared
    • To full measure.
  • Young or old,
    • Even in between.
    • It is spring again.
  • A time for new
    • And old lovers.
    • A time of renewal.


Originally written:   April 15, 1998

  • Have you ever noticed that in spring time there
    seems to be more people holding hands with
    smiles on their faces?  Their eyes seem to
    twinkle when they look at each other. 
  • In myself, I have noticed my thoughts turn to
    romance in the springtime. I have come to believe
    it is living annual cycle.  In the spring life renews
    itself.   The barren sleeping trees begin to produce
    buds that eventually grow into leaves. The pale green
    color of the new leaves are proof that spring has brought
    new life.  Even the evergreen trees have new needles
    that are a lighter green than the old needles saying,
    “I’m new!”