December 3, 2005

• Dear Life

  (The following is the assignment for this week’s Kween of the Queens  http://www.xanga.com/groups/group.aspx?id=1690703 blog.  Please do not think this is my swan song.  I am
  projecting into the future here.
  So please enjoy.)

  Dear Life,
            I thought I
  would write and let you know how much you have meant to me.  
  I know I will miss you when I am gone, but in a wistful way, not
  mournful.  I am hoping I won’t be mourned too much either.  I
  have lived a very good time and am not sorry for any of it, good or bad.
           For the most part, you
  have been very kind to me.  We started out a little rocky, what
  with the winner of a father I had to begin with, but you and Mom saw to
  it that  my brothers and myself had a very caring
  stepfather.  I learned early that I could not be very selfish, in
  spite of my self- centered ways.  When a person has three “natural
  “ brothers as well as two stepbrothers, a stepsister and a half sister
  there really isn’t much chance for selfishness. I am thankful that I
  have such a large family, it has been a blessing over the years. 
  There is always at least one friend in the bunch to agree with you,
  right or wrong.  I wasn’t blessed with a lot of other relatives,
  so having that many siblings is great.
            One of the worst
  experiences I had with you was probably that time I almost lost
  you.  I still am not sure what caused all that bleeding when I was
  21, but there were several very scared firemen and medical personel
  that were concerned we were going to part prematurely.  The reason
  it was one of my worst experiences was not because I was in pain,
  because there was very little,  if any.  Nor was it because I
  was afraid of death.  The afterlife sent some very important
  people to me to ease me into that stage.  That helped me to not
  look at death as an end but as a transition.  The reason  for
  my trepidation was leaving my loved ones behind.  I did not, and
  still do not , want to be the cause of sorrow.  I am of a more
  advanced age now and my passing should not be seen as a time of sadness
  but one of happiness, that I am passing from the suffering that
  accompanies old age. 
          I am so happy that I was
  able to hold onto you then because in the ensuing years I fell in love
  with two other people.  Roger, my son, has been my reason for
  living.  I had that weight loss surgery so that I could live to
  see him become a man.  He was too young to be motherless at that
  time.  Mike, my husband, is my rock.  He has always been my
  one true love.  He has taken such good care of me over the
  years.  If there is one thing I am the least bit sorry about it
  may be that I can never repay him for all that he has done for
  me.  I do  think, however, that we are not to regret being
  loved but to rejoice in it.  And I do!
         I am so glad I got the chance to
  enjoy you.  Along with you, I have seen nature’s beauty and fury.
  I have met many different kinds of people and for the most part, they
  have been wonderful too.  I have known love and very little
  hate.  I have been safe and secure my whole existence and I thank
  you.  I love you.

  Love,
  Sherry

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