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12月25日 Merry Christmas my Friends!
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8月26日 Little Sister DeanneAugust, 2007
It has been 48 years, this month, since my little sister, Deanne, first came to Earth. She struggled with great strength to achieve her 32nd Birthday, way back in 1991, but, after her second battle with cancer, she just ran out of strength on July 14, 1991, just 3 weeks shy of that goal. It is hard to wrap that around my brain, that she would now be 48 years old. Sixteen Years! I wish I had known her longer and better.
Deanne first joined our Family as a very shy 7-year-old, a "step-child", the only daughter of my Dad's wife, Joyce. Deanne came in as a Gordon and left as a Bewley, the surname of her ex-husband, Mike, who remains a part of this Family.
She, Deanne, came in just as I was spreading my wings and making the final leap out of the nest. Many years passed as I worked here and there and I didn't really get to know her until her adult years.
By that time, into her early 20s, she had, for the first time, entered into her battle for life against cancer.
She beat that vile disease, too, once, and remained healthy for about 5 years before the second, final battle devoured her body.....but not her Soul! Not her Spirit or her Smile or her Sense of Humor.....or her Sense of Hope!
Deanne, at the end, had found a comfort zone as a Clerk for Basha's Grocers in Arizona. The Basha's folks refer to themselves as a Family and well-proved it to judge by the huge number of Basha's employees who attended the Services for Deanne.
The Beat Goes On, they say....Time Marches On. And now it is Sixteen Years since her passing. Our Dad, Phil, has long-since joined her in the Arms of the Creator and we, the living, steadily creep forward to the day when we, too, will be re-united with this special little girl, this Sister of mine.
I may be next to take that long walk, or I may Not be next. Only the Creator knows when but the day will come. So, Guide me, Deanne, Guide me, Dad! And Guide our Family, too, all the "Wholes" and "Halfs", the "Steps" and "Adoptees" and "By Marriages"...... Because we are soon enough coming for a long-awaited Reunion.
I have posted a few photos of Deanne at the following site: http://usera.imagecave.com/kingnormie/
"Danielle keeps repeating it over and over again. We've been back to
this animal shelter at least five times. It has been weeks now since we
started all of this," the mother told the volunteer.
"What is it she keeps asking for?" the volunteer asked.
"Puppy size!" replied the mother.
"Well, we have plenty of puppies, if that's what she's looking for."
"I know...we have seen most of them," the mom said in frustration...
Just then Danielle came walking into the office
"Well, did you find one?" asked her mom. "No, not this time,"
Danielle said with sadness in her voice. "Can we come back on the
weekend?"
The two women looked at each other, shook their heads and laughed
"You never know when we will get more dogs. Unfortunately, there's
always a supply," the volunteer said.
Danielle took her mother by the hand and headed to the door. "Don't
worry, I'll find one this weekend," she said.
Over the next few days both mom and dad had long conversations with her.
They both felt she was being too particular. "It's this weekend or we're
not"
We don't want to hear anything more about puppy size either," Mom
added.
Sure enough, they were the first ones in the shelter on Saturday
morning.
By now Danielle knew her way around, so she ran right for the section
that housed the smaller dogs.
Tired of the routine, mom sat in the small waiting room at the end of
the first row of cages. There was an observation window so you could see
the animals during times when visitors weren't permitted.
Danielle walked slowly from cage to cage, kneeling periodically to take
a closer look. One by one the dogs were brought out and she held each
one.
One by one she said, "Sorry, you're not the one."
It was the last cage on this last day in search of the perfect pup.
The volunteer opened the cage door and the child carefully picked up the
dog and held it closely. This time she took a little longer.
"Mom, that's it! I found the right puppy! He's the one! I know it!" she
screamed with joy. "It's the puppy size!"
"But it's the same size as all the other puppies you held over the last
few weeks," Mom said.
"No not size ---- the sighs. When I held him in my arms, he sighed," she
said.
"Don't you remember? When I asked you one day what love is, you told me
love depends on the sighs of your heart. The more you love, the bigger
the sigh!"
The two women looked at each other for a moment. Mom didn't know whether
to laugh or cry. As she stooped down to hug the child, she did a little
of both.
"Mom, every time you hold me, I sigh. When you and Daddy come home from
work and hug each other, you both sigh. I knew I would find the right
puppy if it sighed when I held it in my arms," she said.
Then holding the puppy up close to her face she said, "Mom, he loves me.
I heard the sighs of his heart!"
Close your eyes for a moment and think about the love that makes you
sigh.
I not only find it in the arms of my loved ones, but in the caress of a
sunset, the kiss of the moonlight and the gentle brush of cool air on a
hot day.
They are the sighs of God. Take the time to stop and listen; you will be
surprised at what you hear. "Life is not measured by the breaths we
take, but by the moments that take our breath away."
I wish you puppy "size".
Live your life every moment with love |
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