There once was a four year old child whose next door neighbor, an elderly gentleman had recently lost his wife. Upon coming home, the child seeing the old man cry, went across the street to the old gentleman’s yard. He climbed onto his lap, and just sat there.
Moments later he crosses back to his home and goes inside. His mother, intrigued by the interaction of the child asked him “what did you say to the neighbor that made him smile?” The little boy said, “Nothing, I just helped him cry.” – My take on a tale by Leo Buscaglia
Holly Crap, Batman!! This morning I got this weird feeling. I am feeling like something (spiritual) is coming on.
Well, after I had my coffee, I sat down at the computer to check my emails. Sure enough, nothing new or exciting showed up, just a bunch of junk mail. I move it all to the delete folder & as I do that, one email catches my eye! It is a ‘join my network’ kinda email from LinkedIn.com
I get excited & wonder who wants me to add them to my network, so I clicked on it. Google Chrome opens up & there right on the LinkedIn page was SM! He was inviting me to be in his
Holy Ghosts, Batman…
He was showing up again & shit! I didn’t even realize what day it is today!
Today is the 1-year anniversary of SM’s passing!
He shows up a year later-to-the-day and invites me to be friends! So I kinda laugh at it because this is not the first time he shows up like this. The last time I blew it off & could not believe my eyes. Just could not accept that he shows up like that for me!
But here he is, so I ask him…. “Hey SM how you doing?” yeah I know it’s a lame greeting I would ask a friend I saw just the other day. But I didn’t know what else to say…
Then I hear in my head “Tell her I said hi. Please check to see if she is OK”
Wow! his tone sounds concerned as if he’s worried for her… “Hey SM” I ask “is she OK?” but never got a reply.
But the task is given… and a deed to be done…
As the day goes by, I got busy w/work & conference calls & kinda forgot to call TR. Later that evening, I am waiting for a participant to call me, so I have my phone at hand. And a number I did not know rings… “Hmm.. he’s late! His cell must have died & this must be him calling me from a different number” – so I pick up.
On the other end was the sad, soft-spoken voice of a woman speaking slowly, “Hi, Pablo. Just calling to say hi…”
It was TR! but she sounded different. She said “It sound like your busy, so I will call you back tomorrow…” and hanged up!
Wow, that did not sound right & I can’t believe it’s her. I call her back & she answers. “Hey, TR! are you OK? You sound different today!” She replied “I’m feeling a little sad and do you know why?”
“I knew why… SM says hi!” was my reply.
We spoke for hours of the moments SM filled her life and the way he joked with her. She reminisces of how he would come & go. And how – even though he would be weekends away supervising a course – he would still find time to text her, just to say hi. This gave her comfort & peace of mind, just knowing that he loved her.
She spoke of that little smirk he would have when he was making a point and of how he would look at her over his glasses, when she was not being her word.
She spoke of moments that filled her soul,
and cried of days when she missed him so.
Screams to the heavens as if to complain,
“God, why did you take him away?”
Sadly, she mourns quietly of days alone,
yet to come…
“Why did he leave me!” she cries “Oh, how I wish he would be here right by my side! How I wish he would speak to me…”
All I could do is listen and help her cry…