Wednesday morning. It is almost five and I have turned off the air and opened the doors. Letting the cool morning air drift into me. We have not went outside yet, my little Buddie and me. We stood at the door for a minute. "I" with her ears up, myself just letting the morning beckon to me. But we didn't go out to sit in our faithful friend the swing. The darkness still too dark for the two of us. We shall wait. Tucked safely here inside.
Monday was Memorial Day, this of course is Wednesday. On Memorial day I wrote for Billie's Birthday and yesterday I wrote for myself. You can do that you know when its your Blog. Today I want to write about my fallen comrades. People I have loved that have left this world as we know it. I have spoken at some time since I have started this Blog about each of these people. But once again I would like to write their names. So they will forever drift out into the vastness of the Internet. Always to be there, never to be gone and never to be forgotten.
The first person I lost that left an empty space in my heart was my Dad. Vernon Fillmore Munch. A true hardworking man, Quiet, honest and never asked much of the world.I wish a million times I had told him more I loved him. Thank-you dad.
In 1984 my Mother left this world. Pearl Louise Ann . She passed, but I know her precious spirit and prayers stayed here long after her earthly body ceased to be. Mother the word says it all. A precious, blessed Mother.
In 1985. A very special friend of mine passed. Herbert Olden Glenn. I called him Herb. His passing left regrets I will always remember. Just a few days before he died I spoke cranky to him. In defense of myself I was going through a tough time, also had started a new job and he called at a busy time. I was very short, very hateful. The next day I planned how in a few days I would call his daughter and tell her I wanted to see him. But it was too late. On Monday he left this earth. I learned a very valuable lesson. Angry words unleashed can sometimes not be taken back. We run out of time. Or the other person does. Somehow I have to believe he knows that I never meant it. Always remember the words you speak to someone may be the last.
In 1991, a woman I called Aunt Helen left this earth in a tragic car accident. She was my Mothers friend. A woman I had great respect for. She was a true friend to my Mother and was there for her through her many cancer surgeries. I was angry she had to die the way she did. After my Mother's death, she talked me through many rough times. I forever will be grateful for her being there for me.
Next in !993 my little sister, Brenda Laverne. Life sometimes can be so fickle. So fleeting. My little blond haired sister, who should have lived at least another thirty years slipped away, far from home.I know her spirit still is with us. At Christmas, family gatherings. With the little children she would have loved so.
In 2000 my sister-in-law, Dixie Lee Munch left us. My friend, a unnique and special lady. Who forever left a lonesome spot in my heart. "Come back Dix," I have hollerd a hundred times. "I need to talk to you."
There are many others who have touched my life and have been my friend. I miss them all. . My sister and I talk sometimes. How we are growing older and how many years we have left. Maybe the amount of years is not as important as how we live what we have. When we lose someone we love, a part of us goes along. I believe that to be true. I also believe it is important we keep those we love alive in our hearts. So for those memories of those who were a part of me, I am grateful. For each one was an important part of me. And still is and will always be. Thanks for the memories.
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