First Blog Post

I have a blog.
www.manifestlife.ca
But it doesn't have these tags so that you can follow it.  Although I do believe it is also on my LinkedIn Feed.  So many people get to see it.

The first thing I will say is that Essentia is Latin for To Be
So my blog is about To Be Living or Alive
Life is full of so many things.  This year it seems to be about people passing.  And people being born.  I guess this always happens.  And I don't know why I am particularly aware of it.  But I do notice that not all people notice the same things that I do.  And I don't know why that is either.

I like to be involved in births.  I have attended 3.  I also have had a little experience with being with people around the time that they are leaving the planet.  The conversations are very different.  There is no longer the conversations about "getting better", "going home" or "getting back to your regular life".  It is the end of the line.  I am particularly aware of couples and one of them passing before the other.  One never can tell who it will be.  I have tried.

The man up the road looked after his wife while her eyesight was going.  They always walked around the neighbourhood at 3:30 every day. They were known by everyone.  He gave my kids a strangely folded up 5 dollar bill to take to Disneyland. They never had any kids of their own.  And they loved each other very much.  As the years passed and her health was failing he was very good at looking after her.   So when the ambulance was at their house, we all stood outside for an hour or more to find out who it was.  Now we wouldn't think that we would have an hour or so to just wait around in our busy lives.  But it is amazing how time stands still when people are leaving or arriving on the planet.

We were very surprised to see that it was Ron, her husband that passed away.  She managed for a little while and then I think he came back to call her to come with him.  It seemed to those here that she may have lost her mind.  But who knows.  She went into a home and soon followed him.  They should be together.  They were for so many years it just seems right.

I guess I am at the age when most of my friends parents are either dead or quite old.  And this phenomenon happens all the time.  A guess and by golly I suppose.  I am not looking forward to finding out who of my parents passes first.  Nor to see how long it takes for the next one to follow.

Life is an interesting thing.  I think of my life as a great book, one that I can't wait to turn the page.  But sometimes turning the page just seems like something I don't want to do alone.  Thank goodness for great friends.

Dar
August 2010