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Life comes at you with vengence some days. It jumps right out at you with a force you never imagined existed. It grabs hold of your heart with a death grip. Leaving you afraid to take your next breath. |
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Some dates stick out in people's memories. Who can forget where they were when they heard of the challenger exploding? Who can forget the moment they heard about Princess Diana's death or that of JFK Jr's? October 16th, 2000 is another one of those dates. At around 7:30 in the evening, God was welcoming 3 of his newest angels. It was then that Governor Mel Carnahan, his son Randy and his aid Chris Sifford were killed in a plane crash. When I turned on the news this morning to that story, I dropped the cup I was holding. It is at those moments that you lose the concept of reality. You hear the words said, but something won't let you believe it. You may wander around as if lost, not sure what to do or think or say. I worked for the Governors campaign since 1996. The Carnahans are very special people. Every time Jean or Mel came through our office, they always had time to stop and say hello, to ask how I was doing, how my kids were. And Randy had the law firm upstairs from the campaign office. Most mornings I would see him on his way upstairs. He always would smile and say "Hello Roberta". That is what I will miss most. He took a trip to Alaska this summer, and before hand, he came down to my office and sat and talked with me about it. He wanted to know what he should make sure and see, and what was worth missing. He even asked me what I missed most about Alaska besides my family. I told him the smoked salmon. When he came back, sure enough he had brought some with him. The Carnahan's were truely caring people. When they asked you how you were doing, they really wanted to know, it wasn't just a common courtesy with them. They were really intersted in others and in helping out. I will miss Mel and Randy and Chris. |
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Angels are out there singing on the wind, wrapping up our hearts when the hurt comes on it. When we don't know how we are going to make it through, There they are, with Creators love holding us together, like they do. When the anger hits so hard and the feeling like life is no more, They tenderly hold that part that keeps us from shutting the door. I know I don't know the "empty" that I know you now do feel, But prayers from all I am are sent with hopes that you'll heal. Walk outside and look to the sky feel the breeze brush tears aside, And think of them flying high with Angels singing on the wind. When you see the sunset each night know Creator has them now, not us, and even though we'll miss them He's got them safely folded inside His love. When the birds sweetly wake you knowing of your dreams of the night before, know that they are the ones that has sent them to your door. And when you feel you can't go on When the pain too easily lends, Listen....there they are With Angels, singing on the wind. |
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I Lost A World by Emily Dickinson I lost a world the other day. Has anybody found? You'll know it by the row of stars Around it's forehead bound. A rich man might not notice it; Yet to my frugal eye Of more esteem than ducats. Oh, find it, Sir, for me! |
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The Grave by Emily Dickinson The grave my little cottage is, Where, keeping house for thee, I make my parlor orderly, And lay the marble tea, For two divided, briefly, A cycle, it may be, 'Till everlasting life unite In strong society. |
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I Held a Jewel by Emily Dickinson I held a jewel in my fingers And went to sleep The day was warm, and winds were prosy I said, "Twill keep". I woke - and child my honest fingers, The Gem was gone And now, an Amethyst remembrance Is all I own. |
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If You Were Coming In The Fall by Emily Dickinson If you were coming in the fall I'd brush the summer by With half a smile and half a spurn As housewives do a fly. If I could see you in a year I'd wind the months in balls And put them into separate drawers Until their time befalls. If only centuries delayed I'd count them on my hand Subtracting 'till my fingers dropped Into Van Diemen's land. If certain when this life was out That yours and mine should be I'd toss life yonder like a rind And taste eternity. But now all ignorant of length, Of times uncertain wing, It goads me like a golbin bee That will not state its sting! |
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I wish I had said the word, wish I had told you how much you meant to me, wish I'd thanked you for making my life better for knowing you. Your smile will forever be etched inside this heart of mine, The way you'd look in and smile as you walked by each day The tone as you said "Hello", The kindness I saw there. I know I can't begin to feel the sadness your family does, but I know the empty aching I do feel, I know that in time it will be replaced by smiles of remembrance, but right now it is so empty and hollow, echoing like a lost wind in a canyon |
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