Awareness within Life

I'm not sure what you would call it but that is what I thought I would title this.

I think that we all are aware within life of what can be and what can’t be.  I really find that there is more that one can be that the other.  We so often will think of the obstacles where there really are no obstacles when it really comes down to it.

Perhaps it’s just an ideal but when I look at everything I know what my strengths are and what are not.  Everyone has that yet at the same time, so often we think we can do something do to age or otherwise.  When we really look at things we certainly can do anything – given that it’s realistic.

For myself it’s just being in touch in a way.  Karma that so often comes from the soul.  All is well here and I have my date set with regards to meeting this specialist so that is all good and it’s been hot and humid, but I love it. Two people died today, one is a friend of mine, – I had not seen here in some time here husband passed on and my Aunt passed on.

For myself nothing surprises me within all of this and I by no means am a selfish type of person.  My Aunt.hmm.  She lived a good long life She actually raised my father – he was the youngest within his family.  I have fond recollections of as a child as every two years within the summer we would go back to where my folk’s roots were from.  I was always dropped off on the farm to Dan and Margie’s.  This morning I received the news.  I talked with my father today and he was expecting it.  It’s ironic as he was the first to what all presumed would be the first death within the family and yet he survived.  She was much older than him but that is a part of life we come in and we go out.

She is being cremated and as I was not raised along with my relatives, I was always dropped of at their farm for two weeks. 

She was one that seemingly had a very good grasp on things within the family.  He husband passed away years ago.  When my father had retired we settled there and I attended my last two years of high school.  She was a keen lady and always thought much of me.  I never mentioned much to my brother or sister but she always thought that out of all that bared my surname I would be the one to do some real good things in life.  Marge was like a second mother in many ways.  I think that came within the genes of that side of my family.  But at the age of 81 she lived a very good life.  The town had bought all the land that they had for half a million dollars – and the only thing I would have wished for was that she would have kept this house which really was the homestead of my father’s side of the family.  I had spoken to her a few times while I was living in Edmonton last year but with all that was happening here – I never had the chance.  Yorkton is some 4 hours away from here and he daughter Carrie told me that they wish to have a private ceremony.  I will send flowers to both of her daughters and as well write a letter - and hopefully that suffices.  As I mentioned she was the one Aunt that I did have a strong bond with.

She has only two daughters and when I heard the news today it did not surprise me, as I had been made aware that over the last six months she had suddenly started to decline.  I thought of many things with regards to her over today.  But she lived a good life and we all come in and we all go out of this life.

Ironically, with the exception of a few relatives I have not kept in touch with them.  I have never been back to this small town in some fifteen year if not more.  Yet the way I see it she will be remember for all the things I recall during my childhood.  All I know as that people that live past 80 and have had a predominantly good life and health are very fortunate.  I think I ranted on within this write but that is my news for the day.

As for Jenny, I don’t know how to approach her as it’s been years since I have seen here yet how we used to hand out so much but I think I am just going to leave it be for a while and then go over and see here, she comes from a very large Greek family here. Which as I recall were always very tight,and to be within or accepted by the family was rather different. Then again different strokes for different folks.

You know life has a way of moving so fast, I guess that too comes with realization of one's own source and the life that surrounds us.