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NO MISTAKE When Death in dark finality Would tempt this heart to break, I must remember through my tears That you make no mistake. The fact that I don't understand Should not a hindrance be, My faith in God would judge these tears As rendered selfishly. It's but for loneliness I cry, My loved one does not weep; He walks green hills beside his Lord, And sleeps where angels sleep. Already he has touched his face, And kissed those nail-pierced feet. Already he has danced upon A shimmering golden street. How could I seek to call him back? He's where he longed to be. He never wanted less than this My tears are but for me. Remind me, Lord, as smoke ascends From ashes to the skies. That from the ashes of my grief Perfection shall arise. And you do all things out of Love, And you do all things well. You never make mistakes, dear Lord. Your hand can but excel You do not fail; you've never failed. And as you give you take. I must not sorr...

What a week.  Does anyone believe in the saying that "Death comes in threes"?    I do.   I have also heard that you just get to three and stop counting.   Maybe.   But I think it comes in threes.   You do stop counting after three, but it seems it's because the span of time after the three deaths is very long in between.   That's why I believe that death comes in threes. Susie:   Susie lived in my tiny apartment community, Ramey Apartments, in El Paso, Texas.  She was cool.  She was 91, same age as my grandmother, but walked all over El Paso.  That's what led to her demise.   She was crossing the street and a mail truck downtown ran over her with his front tire.   Yeah.  Horrible way to go.   Man.   But she was doing what she loved.  Walking.  Manny:  Oh, Manny.   Manny was the best.   He never met anyone he di...

It's been a long year.  Very long year.   It's interesting to me how things can sort of go around in a little circle.   I have a point.  This may be a moment, so hold on. Does anyone really, really like the morning doves?  I mean, they're all well and good if it's not the morning and they're not cooing at 5:00, 6:00 in the morning.  Actually, they're cooing at more like 5:00, 5:01, 5:02, 5:03, 5:04, 5:05 -- well, you get my drift. When I lived in El Paso, that was my introduction to morning doves/pigeons.  Seriously, El Paso has pigeons and stray cats EVERYWHERE!   I really think that's the only animals they have.   Well, except for the recording of the loud, loud jungle sounds of screeching monkeys and parrots penetrating out of the speakers over the bus depot downtown, but that's another blog entirely. Those morning doves,  they woke me up all the time.  So when I left to go to my grandmother's ...