I'm Mad, I'm Frustrated, I'm Sad.....to go through a week with the full Moon shining so brightly on this wonderful place we call home . But yet, sadness fills the air to find that we have lost two dear friends. I'm feel that frustration has taken a big part of me when 'they' said that life ain't that easy, it's just what we do with it that determines if 'easy' really plays a part in it. I'm also mad that in this public space that we all get a chance to speak our mind, some take advantage, to still remark on political subjects that when all said & done, not much can be done ,now that we are out of any election process. It is the time to move on and let it be, the only thing that happens is that it brings a Negative thought process out, and that would be unhealthy for the mind.So I ask any that are involved in such practice, please refrain & try to keep the Lines open for more positive thought's.
I know a lot of you watch N.C.I.S. Last night might have struck a nerve or two. As we watched agent Tim McGee reunite with his father. The last scene shows them walking together, talking, & wondering what the next step will be, now that he has found out that his father is dieing of Cancer. For me personally, I could only reflect on the time my father & I walked through an empty Camp Grounds where I grew up & he was a be part of keeping the peace with all the strangers that pasted through every week, and doing so with a bit of dignity & humor. Always staying on the lighter side of life. He too was dieing of cancer & would be gone from my life four months later at the young age of 57. That was 40 years ago, and every year after, I would wonder if I too would be around after that number 57 came along. Well it came & went, & now past it by 7yrs, I have to now take witness of others that weren't so lucky.
Both Micheals were special to me, as I grew in my own life. One, I had the pleasure of working with in his painting business, with one mighty brush stroke, the day would pass, not withstanding that wide smile at the end of the day,to mark another profitable job well done.
Shrdlu & I shared many good laughs either just coming in as one of my customers at the Bar, or a fine talent when he played at it. I am now sitting at my desk trying to put together a fitting tribute for both good friends that will be missed greatly...I only have to look up at the wall where I have hung the most infamous painting that Ed Ashe painted for the Pub, & see myself along with many friends partying to the Band that his son help make so vibrant!
As I have walked with my father, so shall they, now together at peace.
