A flying we will go!
A flying we will go!
Hi-ho, the derry-o
A flying we will go!
Oh!
The places you will go!
You’ll be on y our way up!
You’ll be seeing great sights!
You’ll join the high fliers
who soar to high heights.
When you were a kiddo did you ever think you would see such places?
To travel?
To knit
and unravel?
The joy in faces
When they say
Hello Suz.
The thrill when you said
Hello Kitty!
There is such joy in going with you to on so many adventures.
Yet that must be tempered by the loss of Sandy.
If only I could spare you the pain.
If only not including her would be like erasing that part of the year.
I can’t spare you the pain – I hope that gazing at her picture brings you some melancholy tinged joy.
I suppose that is the thing about valentine’s day
As Kahlil Gibran wrote:
Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.
And how else can it be?
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.
. . .
Some of you say, “Joy is greater than sorrow,” and others say, “Nay, sorrow is the greater.”
But I say unto you, they are inseparable.
On Valentine’s day we think about love.
About the heart.
literally and figuratively.
Love for life.
Love for adventure.
Love for family friends.
We think about lessons love has taught us.
How to love.
How to be loved.
How to feel the pain that life can bring.
You have helped me learn those lessons.
Thank you,
Bill
