Big Love

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Sometimes I hear from someone who has read something that I've written and they tell me how much it has meant to them.

That's an astounding thing, and something that is hard to comprehend. I've always said that the writing is an isolated event that, if you're lucky, finds a connection.

Connecting with others is the very basis of this life.

We are heading into a weekend where that matters an awful lot to me.

I anticipate seeing a lot of people who I really love.

One sentence will play over and over in my mind.

Let love give what it gives.

It started for us on Thursday night. A simple exchange of texts to my brother John, my brother-in-law Chuck and Pops. We were gonna' stuff the peppers. All we needed to know was the time.

Then it all came together.

We settled into our spots on the assembly line. There wasn't much in the way of discussion of who would perform what task. We'd been doing similar things for over twenty years.

We stuffed about 400 peppers in a little over an hour and a half. We fried up a half dozen, ate them quickly and nodded our heads.

Perfect.

There were a few jokes passed back and forth. A couple of stories about work and our families.

Just comfortable and easy.

Then I stopped by and saw my sisters and my sister-in-law, and my beautiful nieces and nephews.

A few hugs.

A couple of more jokes.

Easy conversation about the things we love.

And laughs.

No pressure.

No despair.

Just sitting there, enjoying the fact that we were all sitting there together.

The weekend will be filled with love.

Cousins and friends joining us from far away places.

To share the food, drink and fun.

In celebration.

Of a couple of lives that deserve to be memorialized in a town filled with people who know how to love and take care of each other when life doles out its punishment.

Love isn't a real complicated thing.

When you just sit back and appreciate it.

This goes out to a friend of mine, from a long time ago, who reached out to me and reminded me that my writing had an impact on her life.

Please hang in there.

Let every of the second of the love you find in your life...

...in.

That's all.

Let it in.

Comments

Unknown said…
When somebody's words transcend and touch us its then we feel not so alone. You write in isolation but with a mind and heart that is somewhat of a collected consciousness (did I spell that right. Lol)
11 August, 2013
Unknown said…
When somebody's words transcend and touch us its then we feel not so alone. You write in isolation but with a mind and heart that is somewhat of a collected consciousness (did I spell that right. Lol)
11 August, 2013
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