A VOICE IN THE WILDERNESS
You pray in your own way which is not the customary way not the rosary way but nonetheless you pray to become imbued with a spirituality to become captivated held captive if necessary by a spiritualism that would hold the possibility of being reunited if not physically obviously not physically then metaphysically with your wifes spirit her essence her psychic presence her courage her mind her heart but the Good Lord in his infinite wisdom (surely you jest sir) or should I say the Bad Lord in his spiteful revenge (oh you will go to hell for that sir) a cosmic sadist so to speak as did speak or rather wrote CS Lewis playing Devils advocate in his brutally honest book A Grief Observed this invisible Force that is not With You this Phantom this Almighty Ghost Who Doesnt Walk denies you imbuement in both the natural world and the otherworldly supernatural world
For some godless diabolical reason sir you are unimbueable
At this point you may seek enlightenment from enlightened souls like Mitch Teemley who I humbly acknowledge sometimes reads my posts or from the intricate mind and caring heart of a blogger known simply as Dot who recently bugged out of the blogosphere to seek a Reunion With Silence
But expect none of the above to be forthcoming sir for I do believe you are expecting too much both in spiritual imbuement and enlightenment and I would furthermore advise you to cease overreaching and content yourself with the memories sir the memories of S
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My first cousin lost her husband to Leukemia at a young age. With two small children they endured as a family the long fight for his survival that eventually he didn’t win. Devastated for years she finally came out of her mourning, started socializing again and remarried.
I asked her from where she got this new found strength to carry on? She said she came to believe in understanding that her beloved deceased husband would be anguished at the thought of her not carrying on to live a full life. As she would be for him if the opposite were true. It’s what he would of wanted she said — for me and his children. “But I’ll always have the memories of us together” she said teary eyed, “and that like him, can never be taken away from me.”
Later that day she emailed me this video. Sometimes, the caption read, you need a release for your sorrows — for me, I find it in this song.
https://youtu.be/YQ9iwUKFG-w
Thanks for telling me that, Wayne, and thanks for the song — George Jones was always one of my favorite singers, sad when he passed but at 81 he had a pretty good go of it.
One of my fav’s too! Like most of the other now pasted legends he struggled with addiction. His was the bottle. At times so bad he’d miss shows. No-show Jones they called him. He even did it to me on one occasion. But the other two times I did see him, definitely made up for the one. Some say he had the purest Country voice of all time. Later Bill!
Really felt this today. Awesome job!
Say, Wayne, did you ever share the stage with Rompin’ Ronnie Hawkins? Or see him perform at that bar on Yonge Street? — he played there many times, always packed ‘em in.
Thank you. I appreciate you saying that.
No “The Hawk” was pretty much 20 years before my time with everything, though he was still probably playing on occasion late in life when I was. He became big in Canada in fact in my old home town Hamilton in 1958 — a year after I was born. Never did get to seem him live either. Just the wrong era I suppose.
My dates re you and him were way off — that makes me 10 years older than you (yikes!)
Yep, pretty much. My senior status still a couple years away! Old-Timer LOL!
Hey buddy no worries. It’s all relative right? Anyways we had this settled before remember?
In reply to Corkywk.
I sure do — being more than 10 years older than you. But, as they say, we rock on regardless.
Ha, I forgot I wrote that — o-oh, senility setting in. I need an early brandy!