Drops of Water, the ripple effect of memories.

Water drop into a standing body of water, gently moves circles outward, so peaceful to watch. Next drop, and the motion is repeated. Aging Lady, Simple memories. Spiral out like glimpses in a photo album. Young girl following after brothers everywhere, teaching her to climb high cyclone fenced cages at the school, really teaching her to be fearless, teaching her the caution that comes with many adventures when they go poorly. Teen girl washing her first car on Saturdays, waxing the same red beast. Friends driving by and stopping to talk. Graduation night after dinner, seeking friends, and all are gone, they are simply vanished, a sign of times to come. That summer will take many of them away on lifelong journeys, seldom to be hear of. Music guitar and more times spent with brothers, patiently writing down music for her to capture with her own soul. Love at first sight, ah it did exist, loved you then, love you more now. You're beautiful in many ways. Birth of a little girl, " Put her out, the baby's not doing well", echoes & glimpses of sadness beyond belief. Family disputes as we try to seek, Whys. Birth of a little boy four long years later, kissing his forehead for a first kiss and view before they take him to you. You and Ma making sure he's brought to me before I wake up in recovery, so insecure was I, so unbelieving in good fortune. Days chasing butterflies and bugs on his adventuresome walks, teaching stop and go for safety. Preschool for social skills of an only child, grade school days, and more growing of his making us remember some of our own, so that we can once again teach as all of our brothers and sisters, and mothers and fathers have done long before with us. Watching him follow the green footprints we made on Saint Pat's leading him to the green pot of gold under a small bed, how excited he was that he found the pot of gold, a mere green ashtray to us filled with pennies, how much we enjoyed those moments. Life as a Realtor so I could be here when you weren't for his growing days, and then go to work at bizarre hours more often than not, you'd come home dinner is ready and I'd have to leave. Falling asleep at the wheel late at night, one time at a stop sign I thought would magically turn green, cause I was so tired from the 18 hour days, signed and initialed contract next to me. Those years were needed, yet damaging, we sometimes lose ourselves somewhere in those schedules, don't we? And then some good fortune comes and you find your paths back sometimes if you're strong and caring, you have learned to make all sorts on concessions. Running home from a hospital to pick something up quickly, sobbing in the hall as you told me Dad slipped away, Jesus all night long fighting that flat line, such a brave fight, he certainly gave it his best shot. Years of giving caution and care to family, families, and a few friends remaining. The lost years, sad but nothing could be done, seems we have to go through motions, emotions, weaknesses to become stronger and stable. Sitting through more hospital bad news, you cooking meals through our hospice days here, you coming home when it was over to be here for me and the boy. We'd just found our light again when it started again for our good friend and brother. We did it the right way, the best we could, and saw that through. We hit walls created by others at times, sometimes we can't undo their actions, so we have to learn to walk around as many walls as possible. This year we had some of the finest days within our own walls, within our own yard. We saw a young man first and best dream for himself come true, and we help him to prepare to obtain his next step needed for future fulfillment's, and then he can teach, he does have a knack for it, he teaches us all of the time. Our long political talks. Talks about everything. The difference now is so much of the ride is over, done and behind us. The difference now is we don't know how much is left. Will we get to survive this housing crunch, this economical disaster? Will we get to see our boy find a good lady, and settle down? Will we get to his wedding, his children? We could have so much more fun, if it is allowed, us. So in the words of a very touching story: I wish us enough!