Leaving the Land of Pan

Grumpa Joe Looks at FlowerTo my friends in the Land of Pan, it has been a great time. I wouldn’t trade the experience, the friendships, the associations with anyone for all the tea in China. The journey began forty years ago, and I am tired.  I tried to give it up in 2000, but the Pan Master convinced me to keep coming back for more fun. At the time, I didn’t realize it, but it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The extra hours spent with you, were fun, therapeutic, and challenging. Now it is time to say good bye once more. For the very few of you who dare to explore this BLOG you will understand the message. The remainder can hear it over the grape vine.

My mission has not been defined this year, so I don’t feel like there is a need for me to waste my time nor yours. The money was nice, as was your company, but all good things come to an end. So be it.

Thanks for helping me get through some very rough times, you are real friends. I love all of you. Call me sometime, we’ll do the lunch thing and catch up. Or, if you chose, you can always reach me via e-mail or on this BLOG.

JSR

“I AM A HYPOCRITE!”

I haven’t posted for a while because I had more important things to do. One of them was to take baby steps toward the “Monet Vision” in my garden. Another was to sell Sweepstakes tickets for the Lions Club, and a third was to develop material for the legacy book I want to give my kids. What is very interesting to me is the amount of interest the last post generated. “I AM A RACIST,” has been viewed four times more than any of my previous posts. I guess I could call the post an experiment, but I would be lying because I meant most of the things I wrote. It should have been titled, “I AM A HYPOCRITE.” Reason being that several days before generating my hatred article, I spoke out against hatred that occurs on the BLOGS in my post titled “Stinkin Thinkin.” The two posts are opposite each other. In one, I spoke out against hatred, in the other I espoused my own hatred. What purpose did my words serve, except to make a fool of myself before the world? I let my true feelings vent in a way that was hurtful to the people I targeted. They did nothing to me to deserve those words. Everyone has the right to like the kind of music and lyrics that they think is meaningful. Everyone has a right to dress the way they think is fashionable. Who am I to throw a public fit, just because the lyrics, the beat, and the fashion is not my thing?  I apologize to all who read the post and were offended.

What I learned from this is that “hatred” sells, just like negative news outdoes positive news. Even though I did spill my guts on the racist article, it is so not me. I tend to advocate brotherly love over prejudous and hatred.

My goal is to make this a very positive BLOG, teaching the principles of motivation, positive thinking, goal setting, and achievement.  I will not post negative hate stuff again except to condemn it..

Legacy Book

Barb At 30

Barb At 30

Memories evoke emotions. Today, I scanned a series of photos. All of them brought tears to my eyes. The emotions stirred deep as I viewed my Barbara as a bride, young mother, and grandmother. I actually screamed at her, “why?” It doesn’t help, it won’t bring her back. The scream merely let me vent an emotion that is long over due.

Her prayers and poems did the same. She saved every poem that she thought was beautiful, or conveyed her own thinking. Some of them were insights into her future. Others were directed at me and the kids expressing her love. I scanned a bunch of them. Her five year anniversary is nearing, and I want to give each of the children a “Legacy Book.” The book will contain her favorite poems, prayers, and the journal she kept while going through chemo-therapy twenty-nine years ago. I will add the photos of her as a child with her parents, and as a young nurse. I’ll include Barb’s geneology in the form of a family tree. The information will be spotty since only Aunt Marie remains from her family. At ninety-three, Marie’s memory is not what she would like it to be. 

Barb’s children and grandchildren need to have this memento of her. The love she conveys to us in her clippings, and writings is real. She loved us in life, and she left us with many reminders of how much she loved each of us. I hope the book has the same effect on the kids as it does on me everytime I work on it.

This Thursday,  July 10, Barbara would have celebrated her seventieth birthday. Instead we will celebrate her fifth birthday into the kingdom of heaven. There is a special mass for her Thursday, and I will attend. It is one way to be near her again.

 I will present the Legacy Book to the kids a month from now on the anniversary of her death.

“Because You Loved Me”

Grumpa Joe Looks at FlowerLast night Peggy and I attended a special bereavement prayer service. She being a widow, and I a widower who met at the bereavement group we still go to meetings. The Saint Anthony group was begun, and is run by the pastoral minister Katie A. She has a unique format which keeps us coming back monthly.  We miss more meetings than we attend these days, but the June meeting always includes a balloon release, and we go.

Katie began the meeting with a prayer followed by Celine Dione singing the song “Because You Loved Me.” For anyone who has lost a loved one and is grieving, this song goes right to your heart. I can’t give credit to the composer because I don’t know who wrote it.

Because You Loved Me -Celine Dione-

For all those times you stood by me

For all the truth that you made me see

For all the joy you brought to my life

For all the wrong that you made right

For every dream you made come true

For all the love I found in you

I’ll be forever thankful baby

You’re the one who held me up

Never let me fall

You’re the one who saw me through it all. 

 

You were my strength when I was weak

You were my voice when I couldn’t speak

You were my eyes when I couldn’t see

You saw the best there was in me

Lifted me up when I couldn’t reach

You gave me faith ‘coz you believed

I’m everything I am

Because you loved me

 

You gave me wings and made me fly

You touched my hand I could touch the sky

I lost my faith, you gave it back to me

You said no star is out of reach

You stood by me and I stood tall

I had your love I had it all

I’m grateful for each day you gave me

Maybe I don’t know that much

But I know this much is true

I was blessed because I was loved by you

 

You were my strength when I was weak

You were my voice when I couldn’t speak

You were my eyes when I couldn’t see

You saw the best there was in me

Lifted me up when I couldn’t reach

You gave me faith ‘coz you believed

I’m everything I am

Because you loved me

 

You were always there for me

The tender wind that carried me

A light in the dark shining your love into my life

You’ve been my inspiration

Through the lies you were the truth

My world is a better place because of you

 

You were my strength when I was weak

You were my voice when I couldn’t speak

You were my eyes when I couldn’t see

You saw the best there was in me

Lifted me up when I couldn’t reach

You gave me faith ‘coz you believed

I’m everything I am

Because you loved me

 

 I’m everything I am

Because you loved me 

Katie and Deacon Rich followed the song with more prayer then we listened to another song, “If You Could See Me Now.” This song also speaks to those who lost a loved one. When our emotions died down a bit, Katie distributed note paper and pens.

We wrote a note to our deceased loved one.

Mine went like this:

“Dear Barb,

I love you, I miss you, I wish you were here with me. You would be so proud of the children and their children. Please help me become the best version of myself that I can be.

Igen Szeretlek,

Joszi”

We rolled up our notes and tied them to a balloon. Together the group assembled in the prayer garden outside the church. Katie took photos, then we released the balloons and watched them ascend toward heaven to our loved one. The first note I wrote to Barb five years ago brought me to tears for the remainder of the evening. This year, my eyes were moist. The tears were constrained by a sulleness, as I watched the pink baloon disappear.

After all the baloons were out of sight, we went into the church hall for a social. Everyone brought a dish to share. As the ladies set up the table, I talked with members who had joined the group five years ago when I did. It is amazing to witness their growth. All of us have moved on, thank God. I remember when I first joined and I listened to members talking about their grief and that they were members of the group for five or more years, I thought they must be very sick. How could anyone harbor grief that long? I didn’t like the idea of hurting that much for such a long time, I wanted the hurt to go away immediately. Five years later, I know how it feels. I still have moments of sorrow when I am overcome by depression and desire to have my old life back with Barb. It won’t happen, she never talks to me even though I still speak to her almost daily.

Barb’s Aunt Marie, also a widow now ninety three, told me it was five years before her beloved Henry was not on her mind every day. After my five years, I have to say she didn’t remember how long it took.

We never lose the love we have for the one we lost. They are in our mind and heart constantly. We speak to them, we see them clearly in our minds, yet they are as gone as can be.

I firmly believe that one day, we will be together again in the eternal garden of heaven. In the meantime, I must get on with becoming the best version of myself that I can become.

 After the funeral, a friend gave me a gift for the garden. It was a stepping stone with the following inscribed:

“If I could build a stairway to heaven

I’d walk right up and bring you back again. ”

Certainly a nice sentiment, but if I could build a stairway to heaven and I walked up, why would I want to come back down to this miserable earth?

Regrets, Part Two

Grumpa Joe Looks at Flower

 Being that my intent is to impart wisdom regarding motivation, I failed to do so in my last post. Previously, I spoke on the point that every negative has an equal or greater positive. In my post on regrets, I failed to point out the positive to the horribly negative emotion of regret. My late wife Barbara always told me “that what you don’t do for one, you will do for the other.” I never believed her at the time, but now I see the wisdom of the phrase. Many of my regrets are the things I failed to do for her, like the frequent “I love you,” the hug, or the kiss.  I took for granted that after forty years she knew that I loved her. Yet she craved to hear it said. Those regrets apply to the first part of the phrase, “what you don’t do for one…” Therin lies the positive to this terribly regretful negative, I get a chance to do it differently with my new wife, and so the second part of the phrase, “…you will do for the other,” applies. That is the positive born from the negative.

I am lucky to have another chance with a second wife, but how many widows and widowers never allow themselves that chance. They will never find the positive in their negative, at least not the way I found it. 

The best course of action is to make a goal to never, never, never, never, say or do something you will regret. Certainly not easy to do, but worth the effort.