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Donald
Donald was a wily man
Who lived at Whylie Mill.
He often didn’t say a lot
And often sat quite still.
He had his little roll-ups,
A pinch or snuff or two.
He didn’t need a lot of smoke
A paper wrap would do.
That tiny piece of paper,
in finger and thumb was held.
He’d inhale on it quite deeply
Until the smoke was gone.
He’d drop it in his turn up
That fell across his knee.
He was a neat and tidy man
That was evident to see.
He had a way with kindness,
Thoughts he could provoke.
He was the Salt of the Earth,
Remembered for his smoke.
God Bless you, Donald, wise man,
Uncle through and through.
We never did meet often
but always with “How do you do?”
A tall and gentle giant, he,
a peaceful soul, so too.
Take your place in Heaven
and fond memories go with you.
xxx
29.12.18
Recognise when enough is
Saying Goodbye
Today I said goodbye to a man that I knew ‘enough’.
I knew him enough to say hello to as he passed me by on his mobility scooter.
I knew he had bought the mobility scooter to keep himself independent and get out there.
He told me he was 86.
Strong spirited and determined to live life to the full.
We would pass each other, as people do, when we happened to be on the same path at the same time.
Always cheery, always happy; on Wednesday 16th April he wasn’t.
He was still ‘getting out there’ but he didn’t look right, didn’t behave the way he normally did. He would have ignored me if I had let him.
But I didn’t.
I stopped him and asked if he was ok? Was everything all right?
My concern was such that I asked his name and visited the surgery to express my concerns.
The surgery contacted his daughter.
She phoned me.
We talked about her dad and the fact I thought he needed to see a Dr again tomorrow. Her dad was on Medication but my concerns were listened too. She kept the appointment I had made for him.
I saw him again a couple of weeks later.
I asked how he was.
He told me he had a brain tumour but he was going to fight it as best he could and keep going for as long as he could.
And he did.
Over the next few months, I met his daughter.
She was sat with him one day on a bench chatting. I heard them and doubled back to speak to him as I hadn’t seen him in awhile.
She knew who I was because her dad had talked about me.
We would see each other occasionally and sometimes walk together; me, the dog, his daughter and him.
He loved his Costa Coffee.
I asked his daughter to let me know if anything changed.
I had a text to say he had gone in to the home as he needed additional care.
I saw him in the garden there one day.
I visited him in his room.
It was the last time I saw him.
I received another text to say he had died.
He was a truly inspirational man.
He loved his family and he said so.
He always seemed grateful and he remained positive whenever I saw him, apart from the day he told me of his diagnosis. On that day he shed a tear.
Today, I have shed many tears in remembrance of the man I saw enough, to know enough, that things weren’t ok so I got help for him.
We saw each other enough to make a difference to each other’s lives in so many ways.
It wasn’t so long ago since we met and it is over all too soon.
Today I met his family. He was right to be proud of them.
He was 87
RIP xxxx
I will miss you. X
Be still
Be still
Be still my beating heart,
Be still my breathing lungs
Be still my listening ears,
Be still my blinking eyes,
Be still my tasting tongue,
Be still my tactile skin.
Shut down my painful emotions
And let the release begin.
Good bye to the pain
The suffering.
Not seen from the outside in,
Let me move to new places
I have heard of
To release my soul from sin
No body knows what is out there
It has to be better than this
So, to who ever reads this finding
It is left to all with a kiss.
xxx
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Everyone is Welcome Here
Reaching out to your heart so that you can connect to mine.
With peaceful blessings.