Hey, my Pal...can you believe it? It's been almost a year since you went and died, on me. I was never ready for you to die...I'm still not ready for you to die; but here we are, and you're not. But you know...thats b.s., because you are with me always. It's funny...my phone rings, and, for a second or two, I'm thinking it's you giving me quick call, to say hi. Or...I'll get this kind of sudden, urgent thought that I haven't called you in a while, and I'd better get on the ball, and call!
You and Dad still help me out all the time. In fact, just in the last few days, you helped me resolve a family issue, that could have turned out horribly, but, instead, has a great chance at a good resolution! (I should know, later today, how things turn out). Wish me luck, ok? Maybe, even give me a hand, when you see me starting to go into my "extreme" mode.
With thunder crashing in the distance (I'm writing this outside, in my "Louisiana" room!), I've got these song lyrics flooding my head:
"...earth has no problems, Heaven can't heal."
I know that you are a healer...seen you in action! You were always modest, though. On Earth, you were a hero...a TRUE HERO! Think about it...your whole life has been a series of facing challenges...BIG challenges, and every time, you prevailed, You escaped a life that was all planned out for you, instead, fighting to stay in school, ultimately attending nursing college, and becoming a Registered Nurse. Then, another courageous deviation form the plan laid out for you...there was a war raging in Europe and the Pacific, and, instead of hanging around the "hood," (affectionately known as Greek-Town!), you did your duty, and joined the military! An Officer, no less, in the U.S. Navy, Active Duty Nurse Corps! Met a great guy, who, unfortunately was a non-Greek, but, in time, the family adopted him as one of their own. You must have had real good taste in men; dad was tops, and your marriage lasted just 2 weeks shy of 60 YEARS!
Remember the years since my divorce, and Dad's death, in 2003...we survived, didn't we? Survived, against all odds.
2003 - 2013 is quite the story...I'll save that for another day. But, for now, keep remembering how proud I am of you, and how much I love you...and how much you were loved by others.
It's been a tough year without you. Love and kisses.
Your son, Skip