It's Day 3 of that Facebook Positivity Challenge. I keep wondering, How am I going to stay that positive for five days in a row? I'm finding that many of the positives in my life come from surviving the negatives. It's now been five years this July 9th since my sister Janet passed away. I've talked about her loss and think about it every day, but with the passage of time and further examination of the 'stuff' in the basement, she is still very much a part of my life.
Today's observations come from a plaque given to me by Janet and discovered among my memorabilia.
Each life needs its own quiet place.
It's a testament to her positivity.....
A plaque, a gift for years unseen
From sister to brother, a mere sixteen
Sentiment somber, yet quite serene...
Each life needs its own quiet place.
It's a testament to her sensitivity.....
She knew me well, tuned to my mood
A Dad at work to feed his brood
Dear Mom, sweet sisters, still we conclude....
Each life needs its own quiet place.
It's a testament to her kindness.....
She knew me well, or at least allowed herself to get to know me. She gave me a guitar for one of my younger teen birthdays. I didn't play. I had an annoying singing voice. I just loved to listen to music. I remember sitting by myself for hours and plucking the strings of that guitar until I had the introduction to the Mamas and the Papas' California Dreamin' memorized. I remember leaving my quiet place to play it just for her, because I could count on her unconditional approval...and I got it! In our later years together, she confided in me that she wished she had talked to Mom and Dad about getting guitar lessons or some kind of musical training for me because I heard 'things' when I listened to my music that she didn't hear.
Each life needs its own quiet place.
It's a testament to her memory.....
There is no better way to see my personal journey than to find a quiet place and gaze at photos and things that breathe life into what real life tells me is not here any more, but what my heart tells me will never go away, and that there is an abundance of positivity in my own quiet place........
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| 1986 Janet serving as Godmother to my son John as her own children look on Each Life needs its own quiet place. |
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| 1983 Janet, me |
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| 1957 Christmas Card: Sister Stephanie, Me, and Janet |
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| Approximately 2004 Sisters Stephanie, Janet, and Lisa; then me; and Mom and Dad seated |
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