Monday was harrowing. Hurtful things happened. Some can be put right, but others…not so much. Hours crept by in a darkened room, a habitat for heartbreak.
Light beams from a reflecting pool outside the window shimmered on the ceiling. I imagine my friend, following them and being absorbed as pure light.
Goodbye….oh, “G” was yesterday. Today we go about the business of harvesting the hoopla, making headway, healing with humor. Some might think that humor is unseemly at a time like this. Hooey, I hypothesize. To heal, you must happen upon the things that help heal your heart. For me, that is humor and happiness, and of course, pandas. Jude loved the pandas, and more than that, she loved what they did for me. So, Panda On, I say. Somewhere, she is happy.
Today is brought to you by the letter “H”
Thank you again for all your kind words and comments. My heart is still aching, but pandas, tea (OK, scotch) and sympathy work wonders.
Be the Bear,
Bob T. Panda