It’s been a strange few months. There is new life around me daily. And there also has been death. The birth of my daughter’s twin girls has certainly had me waxing philosophical. New life, possibilities, hopes, dreams.
I remember looking at a picture of my own family of origin, and in retrospect, how sad the realization that the outcomes and dreams were not met. Sometimes ending in tragedy, as happens a lot in life. All of life, of course, ends in death.
Here on OS I read of Lunchlady’s loss; Amy Abbott’s mom just passed, and the sad tale of Candace’s brother.
Two weeks ago, a fellow worker, a policeman at City Hall, who I had known for 17 years, went home from work, took off his gun belt, laid it on the counter and dropped dead. They say he was dead before he hit the floor. He was one month younger than I. Yes, he was gone about 25 years too soon, but there was certainly no suffering involved.
Candace asked in her recent piece why doesn’t the suffering happen to some awful person who the world doesn’t care about? Why the good ones? Questions with no answers.
My girls lost two acquaintances from High School last week. Both in their early 20’s. One to suicide another, at a party, while someone in another room was showing off a gun (that he had a permit for), thinking it was not loaded, shot it into a wall. The bullet struck this girl in the next room. She died. “There but for the grace of god”….
We all start as innocent as my little grandbabies. As my own little babies. As innocent as my brothers and sisters. We can be the best people in the world – or the worst. It seems that what happens – happens. Shit happens. Good things happen too, I know. I don’t know what the answer is. I suppose the answer is to be prepared. Be prepared for anything. I used to be much more of an optimist, pessimism has a way of taking you down a notch.
I know in my own little world, we have been saying “I love you” a little more. You never know what your last words will be.
As far as my grandbabies. I will still hope – hope for the possibilities, opportunities, dreams. I have to hope, and also say “I love you” a little more.
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Your granddaughters are so precious.
LL: Yes, appreciating each day as a gift is really the key. And all the days we've had with those we love, no matter how short or long.
Scarlett: "Life intervenes" that's the problem, isn't it?
Zanelle: I was thinking that too. They have each other. As my twin daughters have each other (though that doesn't mean they always get along) but someone's hand to hold is a blessing in itself.
rated with love
R
Maureen; Yes, first and last thing everyday. Great advice.
mime: Ticket to sanity - I get it.
RP: Thank you. Love is the answer, isn't it?
Thanks Lisa
Bleu: We don't get what we deserve. I thank god too there are babies around.
Kim: Yes, babies are what god calls "hope" you are right!
Sally: Thanks for coming by. Thanks for understanding.
Candace: Just hold on to your brother's finger a little while longer. ♥
Why isn't life fair. That's really the question.
For one thing, there's no such thing as fair.
My own husband died at 40. So young, everyone said, too soon. Yet he'd lived a full life, achieved professional success, enjoyed the love & respect of family and friends. Never went hungry, never was homeless. And his death was quick. To someone in a country where the average life expectancy is only 40 and every day of those 40 years is a struggle to survive, Keith did pretty well, even in his passing.
I suppose if you believe in God and an afterlife as I do, then really, there's no such thing as "too soon." Because this life is "but a vapor." Believing that makes everything else tolerable. As do those beautiful babies. And who knows; maybe they'll be the ones who discover the answers we're all looking for.
I hear and read of so many tragic deaths lately and having lost both my parents now am very aware of my own mortality.
There seems little we can do but accept, no matter how awful the circumstances. There seems no justice in our world, but maybe there's a bigger picture we may understand one day. I cling to that hope.
Often I have more questions than answers and some days are easier than others to remain optimistic.
Having those beautiful grandbabies should do the trick for you! They are gorgeous and will bring joy into your heart.
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I believe hope is the corner stone of life.
Well done
~R~
Births and deaths have a way of making us think about our mortality. We can't know the plans for us, but we can choose how we spend our time while waiting to find out.
I think twins are really special, and I smile every time I see them.
It's a cliche, but it's a comforting one -- only the good die young. Or as they say around me -- and likely of me -- the ornery you are, the long God makes you live and suffer.
As we witnessed yet again with Whitney Houston, good people -- rich and poor, famous and not -- aren't free from the incredible pressures life can impose. Frankly, given the current financial crisis created by the masters of greed (who in a just world would have all died a-borning), I'm surprised there haven't been a lot more suicides.
Certainly, suicide has become just short of epidemic in the military -- yet another reason war should be a very, very, very last resort -- and not the first, as we witnessed with the previous chickenhawk administration.
Forgive my ramble, but it bears repeating until the deaf finally hear.
It's a cliche, but it's a comforting one -- only the good die young. Or as they say around me -- and likely of me -- the ornery you are, the long God makes you live and suffer.
As we witnessed yet again with Whitney Houston, good people -- rich and poor, famous and not -- aren't free from the incredible pressures life can impose. Frankly, given the current financial crisis created by the masters of greed (who in a just world would have all died a-borning), I'm surprised there haven't been a lot more suicides.
Certainly, suicide has become just short of epidemic in the military -- yet another reason war should be a very, very, very last resort -- and not the first, as we witnessed with the previous chickenhawk administration.
Forgive my ramble, but it bears repeating until the deaf finally hear.
I was just in "one of those moods" and not saying anything new, of course, the age old question of "why are we here' "what's the purpose of life" but to have all you friends come by and just say what you said - makes me feel so much better. Thanks
"And who knows; maybe they'll be the ones who discover the answers we're all looking for." Now there is something to hold on to.
Linda & Mary & all who reiterated that Hope is what to hold on to.
Tom: I forgive your rambling - because it wasn't rambling - so true (But did you have to say it twice? Ha!)
much love,
Liz
8 weeks old already? Wow! So precious and as cute as anything!
Oh ... and Tril ...
I love you.