THE DAY PAPA DIED

Those stars I mentioned lol noticed it in stream love and hugs Jayne x x x

It's amazing, isn't it Longo, how we view things as we mature into ourselves, decide not to hold people at arm's length because it just hurts to much to say I love you. ~A "...when it agrees with reason and it will benefit one and all, then accept it and live by it." ~ Buddha

Just this minute I have heard on the phone that my closest friend, a woman, Aslaug Haugan died this afternoon, two hours ago. So on reading this poem, that sensation of bereavement is within my heart and feels the power of the emotion. I never got to see her again, nor hear from her with her beautifully curled letters she would write a proper old fashioned letter to me, a little of this and that and we would laugh so much and read poetry together, she had given me her poems roughly and i was to print them out for her - but now she will never see that book I promised. I wonder what she thought as she died because we were closer than her family seemed to be, had outings and happy times together she and I, and now no more. Whyst I must change the subject and dwell on this poem of your my Longobardolino, and knowing what you meant is in my life this moment too, so strange, so definitive is death, done, gone. No more. My grandmother lay in bed and suddenly she sat up, and into the room came her mother ( now this was impossible as her mother was nearly 1000 miles away in Scotland) her mother approached the bottom of the bed and said "I'm going now, I've come to say good bye." My grandmother Young, looked at her bedside clock, and saw the time and it was exactly at that hour her mother died. This life is a mystery, why do we want to live at all, is the greatest mystery of all. I can say no more, I cannot see the page. Amen Annuccia.

Sad, but may he forever be in your heart, soul and memories. You are such a loving soul. Love Lyz. XX