awoke to rain…

More than half the day gone.  Awake most of the night, so I slept in and I do not apologize for it!

It’s raining… with sleet.  You know the whole atmosphere changes when you wake to rain.  At least it does for me.

Rain… in my sleepy/wake state I hear waves instead of cars… they ride through the puddles on the road but to me they sound like waves hitting the shore….. one of my favorite sounds.

I fantasize that one day I own a beach house, nothing elaborate, just a quaint cottage somewhere… else… ‘far from the maddening crowd’.  Where I can let the windows open all the time… go to sleep with the sound of the ocean and wake again to it in the morning. 

These mornings are when I keep my eyes closed and imagine for as long as I can.  I imagine the waves and what they sounded like the first time we went… to that little tiny cottage at the bay and then when we went to the beach condo.

Every time it rains like this and I can hear the waves, I think of you.  I think of you and I wish that you knew me now; how much I have evolved since I knew you and how my metamorphosis would not have happened without you.

Our memories keep those we love alive.  Remember them often but, more importantly,  share their stories with those you love, write them down, blog about them, write a letter to them.  Love does not die when the physical body does.  Love is alive.

for richard


Do not stand at my grave and weep 
I am not there. I do not sleep. 
I am a thousand winds that blow. 
I am the diamond glints on snow. 
I am the sunlight on ripened grain. 
I am the gentle autumn rain. 
When you awaken in the morning’s hush 
I am the swift uplifting rush 
Of quiet birds in circled flight. 
I am the soft stars that shine at night. 
Do not stand at my grave and cry; 
I am not there. I did not die. 

Mary Elizabeth Frye