Time waits for no man, and slowly we're alone...

I Shall pass this way but once, and sometimes this one statement accounts for it all. I used to believe in re-incarnation, although I was very young at that point, I believed in Karma and re-living it until you got it exactly right, until I figured out little children pass away too, and then I couldn't wrap my head around that piece of the re-incarnation theory.
In fact I may have been off a whole level with this thinking, the reflecting on it until you have it right is more likely to take place from the portal onward to reach a final destination.

So with that big picture in mind tell me why every once in awhile you notice that more and more are getting ready to go onward to the portal, you sometimes get tapped alittle by a lonliness that comes with more of your sphere of influence leaving for this next adventure.

I have cousins on hand who have health issues, and find out one is in a nursing home due to a blood disease very rare that has robbed her of any kind of good health and she can't be more than 62 yrs of age, hell I think she's even 59, but she's been sick for the last ten years for sure.
Maybe my ma was onto it even light years ago, she always remarked on how pale the girl was, maybe the white cells were battling the red way back then, all I know is she's been a remarkable mom to her brood, and a good wife to her man., and she has always tried to stay in touch with her siblings despite many chaotic disputes that side of the family incurred.

My other cousin is hoping for a good body scan this coming week, she's been battling lymphoma for some time with losses and wins here and there, it is time to face her lady or tiger, and see what Merlin has cast for her spell.
Her son also my cousin is now in the final stage of M.S. and the young man with the violet eyes can no longer do all of the things we once took for granted.

Maybe I'm thinking and reflecting more due to email relationships formed. Maybe it's cause it's time next week for an annual picnic, and I still cannot decide whether I will venture out on the 11th, a crazy ride to places I barely can navigate, to find a forest preserve in the middle of lands you don't know, so you can find out if a favored Auntie has made it another round. I used to meet Dicky there, but Dick's been gone since right before my other good friend. Dicky brought mischief everywhere, I'd wait to see what his Irish American spiel would unfold, and I'd laugh or smile till my cheekbones ached, my dear birthday night caller, yes I miss him, too.

So this crazy wench in her present state of mind reached out to her cousins on both sides to find out more about secrets of her grand parents, grandfather's in particular, and I got the Irish side back first, and all agreed Grandpa left Ireland cause he was in the the 1906 version of the IRA, and he could never go back home like the others to see his Mom who still lived at the cottage/farmhouse.

But what I never expected to hear was that my Polish Grandpa left home (Warsaw) to come here to the Americas because he was the son of a polish general, and the new regime was out to capture the family, so for political reasons he arrived at Ellis Island as well.

And so with pride I laughed as I finally understood why these two men became such good buds, the were two peas in a pod. Franchek and Sean, Francis and John Americanized.

And I also found out that my Polish Grandma Maria was a farm gal (Mary Americanized), who described farm life to her oldest Grandchildren, and that explained her practical nature, her love of lincoln park and humboldt park picnics on sundays so she could feel more like she was out in the country again.

And so I wander..............