Sunday, August 09, 2009

Where did she go?...

this is me
so long ago
I dare not
count the time.

Twelve years ago today, Michael killed himself.
I'm not angry any more.
No one else should be either.
Be glad I didn't lose my smile forever.

Be glad there are people in my life who do not
hesitate to let me know they love me.
Be glad that I can let those people know that I
love them back.
Be glad that I still believe my life is worth living.

I look forward to the next breath and the next day.
However many of those there will be, I will be glad
to have lived them all.


the walking man said...

And a damn fine smile it is too. Throw a few extra ones out into the universe today simply because you can. Be well darling.

Doom said...

Ah, hope, faith, life, and love. I take it this is what sustains us where bread cannot? Feast well, time moves so fast and this meal will be over before you know it. I like trying a little rhubarb smile, a taste of strawberry grins, and definitely the ribeye laughs.

I am quite sure there is more to eat and more time than you might know, in some odd ways. I am so pleased to see your spirits digging into the futile soil of life!

Joe said...

Hola Jean

We are both alive to fight another day. And that my friend, is God's true blessing.

Freddie said...

Gosh you're adorable! Then and now. Your spirit and resiliance are an inspiration, and a darn good example.

Keep it up, girlfriend. :)

kdzu said...

Glad you are here and still smiling.
It brightens the world and makes it worth getting up in the morning.
Thanks Darlin'.

boneman said...

the smile a bit more guarded now
than from so many years ago.
Good you're relaxed a bit,
so your friends can tell you so.
We do love you gal, a friend true and stead
and all of that poetry we loved as we read

Thanx for being there.

Teresa said...

Your painful honestly....a rare treasure for those around you. Jeannie, I can't tell you how many times I've come to your blog out of habit, but left it feeling like there was something there... just for many long ago.

Do we learn as we go?

curmudgeon said...

That pic looks like the girl in Mrs. Anderson's class whose hair I used to pull. Was it you? ;)

It's great that wounds no matter how deep can eventually heal, even if they still add a bit of character in the form of a scar.
There are some days that many of us will never forget. But not dwelling on what happened on those days is conquering them.

Aaaaaaaanyway, may you never lose that great smile sweetie!

Dick said...

The smile is priceless, and still very cute.

Carteach said...

Wish I could give you a hug.

Anonymous said...

You're like a fine wine, doll.

Jean said...

I love you much. ALL of you! ♥♥♥

Anonymous said...

... and you are doing a fine, fine job, ma'am.......


Living Dees Life said...

i love to see you smile!