A cool April morning, Sunday to be exact. The dogs are outside. Its only a little after five so I am hoping this will be a quiet morning. The beauty of the outdoors gets more scenic with everyday. Everywhere you look new beginnings, trees loaded with blooms, bushes, As if a artist has been at work. The hand of God leaving his strokes for us to see.
Until yesterday I was really under the impression that if you were a stepper, then you would just keep on stepping. The steps would never stop. I have learned that is not true, Steppers stop stepping. We are not invincible after all. I dug my trusty dictionary out this morning, trying to find the word stepper. That actual word is not in there. Of course step is there, so is stepped and stepping, But not stepper. Under step, stepped and stepping there was eight definitions. The one I liked best and myself assigning it to the word stepper is,"Stage in process." I like that, I am in process. Because you see maybe I never mentioned but I am,"A stepper."
I have said that for years. "You can't get me down," I would say, "I'm a stepper." I felt like I was an energizer rabbit. I was a stepper and would just keep going. My sister works sometimes at the Assitance Center, voulenteer work. Her friend Peggy also works there, she is a woman who lives in the senors apartments. Geri called one day, telling me about this little short guy, who strutted around. He helped her one day by carrying saomething, she thanked him. He said that was okay, he was a stepper. She smiled thats what my sister always says. "That she is a stepper." "I am the real stepper," he told her. "I've always said that about myself." Geri smiled again, "So does my sister." She told me, Well, I thought I didn't know there was two of us out there.
Jessie later started dating her friend Peggy. He bought her gifts, flew her on vacations, bought her roses every month and was all around very good to her. So we know that not only was Jessie a stepper he had money too. Alas, this stepper has no money.
I did not know Jessie. I only heard about him. Geri had told me was very sick. I asked about him from time to time. After all he was a stepper just like me. Yesterday my sister called. "I forgot to tell you this morning that Jessie died last night." I felt sad, I truly did. Because you see there is not many of us steppers left out there, we really couldn't afford for this world to lose another.
You see I really didn't think he would die. When I heard he was sick, I was sure he would bounce back. Isn't that what us steppers do? Bounce back with springs on our feet. So as silly as it may seem to anyone who might by chance read this Blog today. I would like to say good-bye to Jessie. I do not know what kind of man you were. If you were a good father, husband or friend. I do not know how you spent your eighty plus years on this earth. But Jessie you were a stepper. You stepped into Peggy's life and was good to her. You smiled at my sister and gave her loafs of bread from the supply room and eggs. Many days egg sandwich's was what she had in the house to eat. You donated your time five days a week to help others. You certainly sound like a stepper to me. So farewell Jessie. I would like to believe somewhere , only a heartbeat away from our world, you are stepping still. March on my fellowman, march on.
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