I forgave George almost immediately, and for the reasons you so clearly articulated. We all make mistakes that hurt others. I admit that this stung but I got over it. Will George?
I will see to that for you.
This will hit him hard. But he still has things to do here and I can be the worst kind of hen pecker.":O}
George still lacks inner certainty. He doubts himself and so finds it hard to have confidence in others.
I've always considered friendship to largely be made up of smacking my friends where they are not looking.
But with George we have to tread softly...he has seen much abuse and little appreciation.
You have meant a great deal to him. He sees in you as a kindred spirit. As with you and I he has suffered for his sanity.
He still lacks your focus, but he's ever so much less blurry than ten years ago.":O}
I will see him though this, I will see him though it all.
Bur what about you my friend Is there anything we may do,,,I may do to ease your passage?
WE have shared so many songs together. You will forgive me if I say
I hear you in Cooky's song. I hear the lonely years after you lost your wife.
I have come too sense a growing resolve to meet your fate head on.
I believe you will see her again. I believe that our souls travel in tribes from incarnation to incarnation until we become our self all neat and clean as a spirit.
Honestly I have just met to many people that I already knew for me think other wise.
I have always recognized my friends.
In this lifetime My encounters have all been short lived. Few and far between.
I have been with my online family longer than the people who kindly offered me their hands in the past.
I will miss you. But take consolation in that we are tribe and I will know you again. As I have known you before.
Meet you on the other side and we can take another ride.
"Where do they go
When they get up
and leave their bodies behind?"
does it matter if we are together?
I believe that death is reunion.
I believe in pattern and the essence of pattern is that it repeats in form.
pattern refines with each repetition. Making us infinite in our perfectibility.
The universe that I know would never throw away something
infinity perfectible.
We turn upon God's lath. The wheel grinds slowly
but exceedingly fine. He will have his way with us
He will not let us fail.
Still
I will morn your loss. I will keep you in my prayers always.
But good wishes and prayers aside
He will have his way with us.
"No man can believe the good God means us."
If you think of any thing at all we might do, please let me know.
There's so much more I wanted to say to you...
But I though I'd better finish before you die on me.":O}
