Distant View   I see you I feel the grass under my feet  and  the sound of the leaves as the wind blows through them you are not far away  unless I try to hold you.   I believed I…

  softly evening comes the sky grows dark darker the moon rises with stars blooming like flowers in an empty field.     Burning brightly constantly changing yet to the naked eye  they remain the same   down below in…

      “Grief I’ve learned is really just love.   It’s all the love you want to give but cannot.   All of that unspent love   gathers up in the corner of your eyes,   the lump in…

  There's a Finnish poem that my friend Aija translated and sent to me:   "We call for him but he doesn't turn around. He's on his way to the forests of his childhood, to the land of blue flowers…

  (Photos of my Vavie Amaro with some of her 23 grandchildren My brother Marty is standing by her side then and now)   life is one big full ride with twists, turns, getting lost, wild downhill rides and some…

  My brother Marty (60) went home this morning He was surrounded by love and felt your prayers. His family, brothers and mother were by his side.     His suffering is over. A heavenly host of love is welcoming…