The Dance

 

Let me start off by saying that I do NOT own the rights to this song or this photo.

The Dance

Looking back on the memory of

The dance we shared 'neath the stars above

For a moment all the world was right

How could I have known that you'd ever say goodbye

And now I'm glad I didn't know

The way it all would end, the way it all would go

Our lives are better left to chance

I could have missed the pain

But I'd have had to miss the dance

Holding you, I held everything

For a moment wasn't I the king

If I'd only known how the king would fall

Hey, who's to say, you know I might have changed it all

And now I'm glad I didn't know

The way it all would end, the way it all would go

Our lives are better left to chance

I could have missed the pain

But I'd have had to miss the dance

If our lives are better left to chance

Oh, our lives are better left to chance

Oh, our lives are better left to chance

I could have missed the pain

But I'd have had to miss the dance

So now, my interpretation of this song.  I'm thinking that memories are considered as a dance.  Every time I hear this song, it makes me think of my Grandma and the memories I have of her.  Each memory being like a dance.  My brother and I were adopted at the age 6 (myself) and 5 (my brother).  The very first dance was when her and her work got together and sponsored my brother and I by giving us lots of toys and clothes.  Other dances were feeding horses, filling up tubs with water for the cows, learning to ride horses. Also staying the weekend with her and the best of them all, Christmas.  Many Dances. I really, really miss my Grandma Billie.  Until we meet agian...

Your Worth

 

A well-known speaker started off his seminar holding up a $20.00 bill. In the room of 200, he asked, "Who would like this $20 bill?" Hands started going up. He said, "I am going to give this $20 to one of you but first, let me do this."

He proceeded to crumple up the $20 dollar bill. He then asked, "Who still wants it...?" Still the hands were up in the air. "Well," he replied, "What if I do this?" And he dropped it on the ground and started to grind it into the floor with his shoe. He picked it up, now crumpled and dirty. "Now, who still wants it?" Still the hands went into the air.

"My friends, we have all learned a very valuable lesson. No matter what I did to the money, you still wanted it because it did not decrease in value. It was still worth $20. Many times in our lives, we are dropped, crumpled, and ground into the dirt by the decisions we make and the circumstances that come our way. We may feel as though we are worthless. But no matter what has happened or what will happen, you will never lose your value.

Dirty or clean, crumpled or finely creased, you are still priceless to those who DO LOVE you. The worth of our lives comes not in what we do or who we know, but by WHO WE ARE.

You are special-Don't EVER forget it." If you do not pass this on, you may never know the lives it touches, the hurting hearts it speaks to, or the hope that it may bring. Count your blessings, not your problems.

Greif

 

Greeting All.  Yes!  I am back again from another hiatus.  So much has happened since my last post. Cruises, Corona Virus, A New Nephew and the loss of my dad.  

This blog is about my dad.

So, I was surfing Facebook and came across a post that caught my eye.  Funny how it just shows up on my news feed.  My dad passed away on Nov. 30, 2021.  He had just turned 70 just two week before.  Anyway, here is what caught my eye...

Grief

I had my own notion of grief.

I thought it was a sad time

That followed the death of someone you love.

And you had to push through it

To get to the other side.

But I'm learning there is no other side.

There is no pushing through.

But rather,

There is absorption,

Adjustment.

Acceptance.

And grief is not something that you complete.

But rather you endure.

Grief is not a task to finish,

And move on,

But an element of yourself-

An alteration of your being.

A new way of seeing,

A new definition of self.

How fitting to read this as I am still trying to grasp the idea that my dad is no longer with us physically.  I saw him on his birthday.  We had to put him in a home where he would have 24 hour supervision due to him having severe Dementia. Anyway, he remembered who I was when I came to visit him on his birthday.  He was still coherent and could talk fine.  But, when it came to walking, he needed assistance.  Moved very slow.  Dementia is horrible.  

Two weeks later, mom got a call about my dad's breathing.  That evening, my mom, sister and brother went up to sit with him as we were told he had less than 24-48 hours.  At first, it was just mom, sis and I while my brother was flying in from Florida.  My dad's breathing was really rough.  It was like he was trying to catch his breath, pull for it.  Making big gasp.  The nurse on duty would come in every hour on the hour to administer morphine to help put him as ease.  My brother finally made it in about 10:30 pm.  We all just sat there watching dad gasp for air.  Finally, my sister told him it was ok to let go.  We all love him and always will.  And with that, at 12:08 A.M. Tuesday, November 30, 2021, he took his last breath.  His color changed within a matter of seconds.  R.I.P. Dad.  You will forever be in my Heart and all the wonderful memories I have.

So with that being told, I am guessing I am in the midst of grieving.  Seems like every other day something comes up and I think about him.  It still doesn't seem real that he is gone.  I'm not sure I will ever get over his passing.  

Until next time...