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:-( Tears :-(

Greetings, readers. I’m still reeling from news of the death of a friend of mine who lived in my apartment building. {Name withheld for privacy reasons} My friend was a young woman, just 34 years old, who succumbed to cancer. Always with a smile, she blessed everyone she came into contact with.

Even though I only knew her a little over a year, we quickly became like brother and sister. I kept telling her that she wasn’t going to die. “You’ve got youth on your side,” I told her. Well… the Lord had other plans. It was her time to come home. I must admit right now, I’m having a tad bit of trouble. I am Roman Catholic and do believe in God. Every once in a while though, I have to stop and ask… “How can you, Lord, take sweet people in the prime of their lives or children who haven’t even tasted life yet?”

This has taught me one thing; live for the day. My readers, don’t put off ’til tomorrow. Tomorrow might not come. Tonight I’m going to make a list of things I wish to do before it’s my turn to go to that big writing office in the sky.

I’m not trying to sound morbid here. I’m really not. But the passing of my friend has hit me unusually hard. I suppose my advice to you would be this: If there is a friend of yours whom you are at odds with, patch things up. If there are projects you wish to finish, don’t procrastinate. I know that I will contact a few people I want to set things right with.

Until next time, my friends, take care, have a good day, and happy reading.

Sad day today

Greetings, readers. Yes, it is a sad day today for me. Yesterday evening I learned that a very dear friend of mine passed away. As some of you may know, I wrote one book about Bear Spring Camps in Central Maine, and am in the process of writing the second. Mrs. Mosher was the owner’s mother, who I had known since I was five years old.

I can’t ever remember seeing Mrs. Mosher without a smile on her face. She greeted people in the camp dining room with warm hugs and conversation about their day. Having lost both of my parents recently, I can imagine how Peg (Mosher) Churchill and her family must feel.

It’s ironic that I have been debating making this summer my last at Bear Spring Camps after almost 40 years, because of finances. Times change and many things are just not what they used to be. I used to go with my mom and stayed in the same cabin she had since I was a child. This year I will probably have to go by bus again; not fun. I am also still trying to make my current cabin feel like my second home.

Since learning of her death last evening, I have been in what I can only describe as a funk. I am depressed, feeling older, and wondering if I’m going to be able to do all the things I want to do before I die. I sat in my recliner chair late last night with a PS3 baseball game on in the background, trying to make plans for what I was going to accomplish before I died. Am I starting to get that morbid feeling again? Oh, yes.

At about 5 am, I figured I had to get at least a few hours of sleep because I was going to work later in the day, and I didn’t want to be a complete zombie. My conclusions were that we all just have to try to do the best we can at what we attempt. If we reach our goals, that’s great. If we don’t, that’s life. But not to set goals is not living. It’s existing. Right before I switched off the lights, I decided to make a few short-term and long-term goals. One of my short-term goals is to finish camp book 2 and dedicate it to Mrs. Mosher. One of my long-term goals is to write either a novel or a series of children’s books with good, strong, loving characters that will stand the test of time.

Lastly, I am still waiting to hear from cousin Wino (pronounced Wee-no) in Holland for the final puzzle piece that will let me complete my father’s blog entry. Until very soon, take care and have a good day.