Given the notice of the passing of DirtyOldLady1 AKA DOL1 was “below the fold” some of her friends may not have heard of her demise. It cannot be much of a surprise, given that she had pneumonia and a couple of heart attacks, and was on supplemental oxygen, and her eyesight was failing. We are all diminished by the loss of someone who for at least over the past year lived life as well as she could, and on her own terms. May she find peace and joy on the next leg of her travels. As I’ve said before, life is eternal, and some part of her spirit lives on, unshackled by the pains of pneumonia, copd, and onset of blindness. Now she begins a new phase of existence, we cannot understand except through the poets and artists who have tried to portray whatever is after this form of life. I have my faith, it is a rock I can lean on, or an anchor or drogue for this physical vessel, keeping this old ship stable in storms, and a source I can call on to lay to. I don’t want to push mine on others, I just try to be a good representative, and help others if I can. Sometimes, I suspect the prospect of doing good and helping others may be my primary motive force. I have a lot of challenges, probably exactly my allotment, and sometimes I’ve overshared my challenges. I apologise for that.But near the end, when DOL1 was facing a difficult time, I knew how to deal with one of her problems, and reached out and tried to help. And I am glad I was able to be there and work her through her difficulties. Sail on, DirtyOldLady1. May the currents be with you and gentle breezes fill your sails. Sincerely and Respectfully, Lewis,
Given the notice of the passing of DirtyOldLady1 AKA DOL1 was “below the fold” some of her friends may not have heard of her demise. It cannot be much of a surprise, given that she had pneumonia and a couple of heart attacks, and was on supplemental oxygen, and her eyesight was failing. We are all diminished by the loss of someone who for at least over the past year lived life as well as she could, and on her own terms. May she find peace and joy on the next leg of her travels. As I’ve said before, life is eternal, and some part of her spirit lives on, unshackled by the pains of pneumonia, copd, and onset of blindness. Now she begins a new phase of existence, we cannot understand except through the poets and artists who have tried to portray whatever is after this form of life. I have my faith, it is a rock I can lean on, or an anchor or drogue for this physical vessel, keeping this old ship stable in storms, and a source I can call on to lay to. I don’t want to push mine on others, I just try to be a good representative, and help others if I can. Sometimes, I suspect the prospect of doing good and helping others may be my primary motive force. I have a lot of challenges, probably exactly my allotment, and sometimes I’ve overshared my challenges. I apologise for that.But near the end, when DOL1 was facing a difficult time, I knew how to deal with one of her problems, and reached out and tried to help. And I am glad I was able to be there and work her through her difficulties. Sail on, DirtyOldLady1. May the currents be with you and gentle breezes fill your sails. Sincerely and Respectfully, Lewis,
JusNotAVeryGoodPoet