I assume everyone who has lost a beloved will find truth to these words to some degree…depending on our spiritual beliefs or organized religious domestication…when someone transitions from life to death, we feel them in our sorrow….we miss them… I know some of us remember and mourn the loss of the relationship and how they made us feel. Others believe that someday in our transition, the beloved will be waiting, in a place called heaven, with arms outstretched. Some of us believe the energy from our beloved is with us every day and that we can call upon that energy for guidance. Sadly, because we can’t agree on the path, often it divides us and we take issue with each other and completely close roads down rather than offer a detour.
These thoughts of mine were triggered this morning because my calendar notified me that next month will be the birthday of a beloved that transitioned in January of this year….and the moment I noticed it on the calendar, I said in my head…your birthday is coming up, Jen, how are you feeling about that? Because our less than a year old relationship was not one of my normal friendships of experiences and enmeshment before she passed, I seem to think it is necessary to dissect my feelings. I think what I have figured out that our connection was concrete in spirit before our personalities had time to gel over coffee once a week or really to even know about each other in the typical friendship “way”. Being newer to this “we are all one” spirituality In relation to my history of dogmatic teachings through the various Christian churches I attended, I think I can answer my own question about Jen and me.
I, seriously, question at times whether she actually existed…our souls seem to have danced together each taking and giving generously to one another without words. Words were not needed…she was my early lesson in what it means to just “BE” and honor and bow to the Devine in her. Namaste!
Until next time….
In September of 2007, I started a blog on Xanga and used the moniker, Ninasusan. My old friend Jeff aka Ground Hog (ghog) brought me to the table. I had no idea how that decision would change my life. Somehow in the huge blogesphere a blog written by a woman named Tracy caught my attention. At that time, she blogged on a regular basis about her daily life. I connected with her…and the rest is a love story of friendship.
He and I spent the weekend with Tracy and her husband, Corey and her sister, Erin (who I also met through Tracy on Xanga). We joke that we are sisters from a different mister AND mother. It is the only way to express the affection, respect and joy we soak in from our mostly internet relationship. Here we are:
and here is Toledo
Tracy’s beloved Frankie
My very favorite room in Tracy’s house
and Tracy and Erin several years ago during a meet-up in Chicago. One of them is going to kill me for posting this.
…and the story of Holy Toledo goes like this. Back many decades ago, apparently Toledo had (and still has) an inordinate amount of churches per capita…thus Holy Toledo. Thankfully progress has not bulldozed the beauty of many of these old churches. Minus the ridiculous road construction which makes it difficult to even get to Toledo, we found it a nice, comfortable city – kind of like Des Moines…reasonably quiet, midwest feel with the opportunities of adventure a car ride away.
Much love to my Toledo girls!
Until next time….
He and I have known each other since the early 70’s. I have no idea what really connected us back in church youth group…I, at one time, thought maybe it was because we are both only children…but, I don’t know…it’s deeper than that. We never had any of the boy/girl type complication although there was a little while that I thought he was really cute…and then I just thought him to be my adorable best friend. We went to different high schools – he could have gone to my high school but he had a vision and ended up at the technical high school. We went our separate ways after my graduation in ’74 and his in ’75 and we lost contact with each other off and on. When I met Gena, Groundhog fit right into the triangle. They both loved tropical fish…I, of course, didn’t like tropical fish…and of course, I was the one at home alone when one of the mama fish started giving birth and the babies were being eaten…that’s terrifying blog material for another day. We all traveled together to Cincinnati one time to see a Red’s game….she and I went to visit him one time when he was in Cincinnati at the bible seminary.
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She and I went to visit him in Abilene, TX when he went to the college there. He was an usher at our wedding
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Again we went our separate ways……and again we reconnected. He is the one who actually inspired me to start blogging – in those days it was over on Xanga. There is no one on this planet who could be more my opposite…there are so few things that we agree on that a rare moment when we both say yes – gets written on the calendar. We used to argue – I like to say debate – over EVERYTHING! He is a libertarian and I’m a moderate liberal and all the garbage to go with that…he is a strong Christian man…I’ve backslid into calling myself spiritual. I trust him with my life and I think the feeling is mutual. I have his back. period.
His mom passed a few years ago. She was his rock. I didn’t see his mom often after we all went our separate ways – but when I did see her, I adored the way she would look at me with a smile and gently say, Nina. He has now moved in with his father who has dementia. Doing the right thing? Perhaps.
I awoke at 5:30 this morning – I don’t do anything at 5:30 in the morning other than sleep. I picked up my IPAD and went to google+ and there was a 16 minute video he had posted. A video taken from 8mm of him as a youngster. One little scene of him as a toddler at a park and his mom calling to him and he began to run to her and she swept him up into her arms. It hit my soft spot very hard. Everytime I think of him today, I tear up. I can’t imagine the day when we don’t have the relationship we have…when one of us is dead.
Until next time…
I have shared a couple of these blogs on my page recently. Actually I can’t remember now how I found her wordpress page…she has a wonderful take on dementia and alzheimers and should be a regular read for anyone who is living with someone with the disease. I have a 6 degrees of separation with the author although I didn’t know it when I started following her. I worked with her father-in-law for many, many years – he is a Lt with the Newton, Iowa Police Department and I was his dispatcher and loved to tell him where to go on a daily basis. I love these small world events!
Here’s my breakfast. He made me the juice this morning with Kale, spinach, cabbage, carrot and apple. It is actually quite tasty and I find the more good green food I eat, the better it tastes. Next to my juice is my 1000mg Turmeric from Dr Piva, my chiropractor and acupuncturist, my starbucks from my keurig and my great protein two handful almond breakfast.
I sometimes wonder if the universe brings the people with cancer diagnosis together. I recently learned a friend of mine now has a cancer diagnosis. We have been messaging each other with the details of our individual cancer fights…and our disbelief that this could happen to us. She is a fighter and these little connections with like minded friends really helps keep the attitude positive and like a 3 mile walk – keeps me energized.
It’s a beautiful sunny day today!
Until next time…..
I had a dream last night that I inadvertently ran into a group of girls I went to high school with…they were all friends with each other – I was on the fringe..we went to a mall of restaurants. The old friend that i probably knew the best seemed to want to catch up with me so we sat down at a table and talked…the rest of the group went somewhere else. When she and I decided we needed to find the group, we searched each little cubbyhole of restaurants and finally found two of them walking hand in hand toward the bathroom and were directed to where the group was sitting. Upon taking my seat, I suggested that we go around the table and introduce ourselves and briefly talk about our lives after high school. They told me to go first. Everyone seemed to listen..one person questioned why I thought it was important to tell how old my girls were because they were obviously older than the last time we had seen each other. When I was through, everyone went back to talking about “things” and no one else shared about their history.
Which leads me into:
I’m a curious sort…old friends, new friends…I want to connect and know about them. I ask questions because I want to know what makes them tick, what they think, what their life has been like, do we have things in common, do we have friends in common with 6 degrees of separation. I don’t really like small talk. If we are going to talk, I want to talk about things that matter.
At one time in my life, I was part of a group of people who would naturally seem like they would care about me. I can remember sitting around and listening to story after story from a couple of them about their lives, their jobs, the people they work with, every mundane thing that occurred during their week. No one really asked questions. Everyone just sat around and listened. I attempted to ask questions every now and then to show an interest but they didn’t seem to need to know I was interested so I retreated. I couldn’t figure out why no one ever asked me a question…not about my opinion but asked me questions to get to know me. Even questions about my job as a 911 dispatcher. I, obviously, had the most exciting job of all of them and no one cared enough to even say…what was your most interesting call, what was your hardest call or basically – what is it that you do? I’ve worked through the bitter ballerina phase although occasionally it rears its ugly head.
Am I just overly curious about people….or do people just not care about other people. I’m not sure why it just doesn’t seem important to others to make a connection with other people? Am I wrong? or is it just me?
Until next time…..
There are few things that can cement a friendship for me faster than someone who can totally let loose with a belly laugh. Especially women. The belly laugh of two women in downtown Kansas City today still rings in my ears and brings a smiling memory to my face.
It was mother-in-law day – the 3rd annual. Today was the 3rd anniversary of my Jenny and Her Justin’s mothers having lunch, and attending the Trans Siberian Orchestra playing at the Sprint Center just off the Power and Light District in downtown KC. We have decided it is a mother-in-law day until Jaxon is old enough to go with us then we will have to rename it.
We had a nice relaxing lunch in Liberty, talked all the way into the city. We parked the car in the ramp and walked over to the Sprint Center and chatted, sat on a concrete slab that holds a light pole and talked. The concert was due to start at 4:00 and at 3:15, she looked at her watch and said I wonder why the doors aren’t unlocked? I said, I wonder where all the people are, we meandered over to the door and she said – its strange they don’t have the gates up to usher the lines in – We both knew something was wrong – we were at the wrong door??? So I pulled the tickets out of my purse and realized that the concert isn’t until Tuesday afternoon at 4. That’s when the down deep belly laughing started. I felt horrible that I had screwed up the day…but she was laughing so hard……..
We payed $5 for parking with thoughts of just going somewhere to have a drink…because after all he and John weren’t expecting us home. She decided that our story to the husbands was we decided to just say screw the concert, we want to shop! The world was our oyster. We went to historic city center, did some shopping, she took me on a car tour and pointed out places and things which had been important in her life. It was a remarkable day.
….and we still have TSO to look forward to!
Thanks, Brenda for a great day!
Until next time..
I’ve questioned my dysfunctional relationships with friends since I was a teenager. As I work thru the questions, (be prepared for a long sentence) I now believe that by being an only child of older parents, who had a dysfunctional relationship with each other and expected me to be their one and only true friend, I may be on the path to discovery.
It seems I don’t end friendships they just pass on. I’ve become friend and confident’ with more people than I care to acknowledge. In most of these friendships, there hasn’t been a lot of give and take…or should I say, I’ve seen that they have a need, I feel their pain, I become enmeshed in their drama, I’m fulfilled because they need me and find myself once again trying to take care of them and their issues. My emotions become overwhelmed and I feel like I”m drowning…so I slowly swim away to save myself. While I know some of these friends like me and depend on ME, many times I am not fulfilled because there is no depth to the relationship and I don’t seek them out when I have a problem.
I’m getting it.
I have several friends that are good friends to me. We like each other, we care about each other, if one of us is in the valley, we know that the other one will throw a rope. We don’t have to talk on the phone, we don’t have to see each other every day…we just are. They cross my path and I cross their path…there is a mutual friendship.
Then there is Margena and there is Kim. Kim is the real deal. There is no selfishness to our relationship..she knows every one of my secrets. Margena is the longest known real deal. Gena’s life is very difficult right now and I spend time together listening to her right now. She’s had my back and taken care of me many times in the past. The other day I was meeting her for dinner and she said that she wanted to meet and watch my face while I talked about my new grandson. That was one of the most amazing things anyone has ever said to me. It made me tear up.
I”m learning that I can have friends but I don’t have to be all up in their business and they don’t have to be all up in mine. It is okay to have different degrees of friendship.
Until next time.