Mid July and I float from one day into the next with little concern for what will come - Still haven't found my role in this black comedy of "Life". I've been derailed and for some reason haven't been able to get things back on track. My children are wonderful and they show that they love Jerry and me all the time. I thank God for them everyday.
Rebecca and Ari have been traveling this summer. Rebecca just returned from Ireland and Amsterdam and Ari is in Costa Rica now. When Rebecca was in Ireland she took photo's and dedicated them to Jerry and while we were on Block Island Ari took photo's that she said reminded her of what Jerry would have taken. I know he would be thrilled.
Paris and Jerry would talk for hours about music. Now when Paris is playing his guitar I can close my eyes and see Jerry smiling, especially when he's playing some Blues or Hendrix.
It brings me so much joy to know how he touch their lives...how much they love him. It is truly bitter sweet, but every moment is treasured ~
With Me...
Wind blows
calmly
across the shore
in the distance I hear
your voice
…I will never leave you,
make a wish
on the shadow of plane
flying overhead…
closing my eyes
I wish
I could feel your lips on mine
for just a moment
or the touch of your hand
entwining fingers ~
while tossing your favorite
island flowers
into the sea
of your final resting place
tears roll down my cheeks
the wind kicks up
a wave crashes against the reef
splashing me gently ~
off in the distance
echo’s of playful laughter
spray over me
smiling
I know that you are
truly always with me…
Jerry self portrait
Rebecca photo's from Ireland
Ari photo's from Block Island
Trilby white rose Block Island
© 2008 Pamela Yates
