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There is Usually Always More To It

It seems as if there is always more to any given situation than we realize.

This past week or two, I've awakened from a fairly sound sleep with the compelling feeling that I need to go look for something in my tv room in/in/around my computer desk. It starts to be things I've been looking for, but always different. Tonight, for example, was my box of checks.  I really need to find them but not in the middle of the night.

Each night, I find different things than what I originally started to look for but it doesn't see, to bother me, like it would if I were really on a hunt.

Now, here is the thing.  As reaching around my monitor to some small books, I found a treasure, a book that belonged to my late sister Kathy that somehow got mixed up in my computer things.  It is a book titled, "Chakra Meditation Guidebook." I thought to myself, "SCORE!  I found a cool book!".

Then I flipped to the back of the book and saw it is signed by the authors, which tells me that Kathy really liked this... Double score.

I dropped the book and an old folded envelope fell out of the front of the book.  I opened the fold and there were several notes, phone numbers, and appointment written down, which makes me think this was during Kathy's first marriage (to her true love, Sal Ortega). I could be wrong but I'm sensing it too.

As I folded the envelope back up and placed it in the book, on what had been the underside of the envelope when I first found it, I found a poem, written to Kathy... Which really makes me feel it is from Sal.  I get chills just thinking about it... And of course, tears are rolling down my cheeks.

In this world of dreams that I've created,

Sparrows fly with you across streaming sunlit skies

And horizons vast and blue ice covered gardens

Dissolve into dew that sparkles in your eyes

In this world of dreams that I've created,

Nothing ever dies.

- Unknown, possibly the late Sal Ortega

Sal and Kathy divorced later due to distance (he moved to New York to go to school and be near his sons) and all that distance does to a relationship.  However, they never stopped talking and Kathy never stopped loving him and I know in my heart of hearts, he didn't ever stop loving her...  He died 3 or so years before Kathy did so I know they are once again reunited and for eternity.

The poem says it all... And I finally found what it was that I was supposed to find.  Can you let me sleep now, Kathy?? ;-) Love you, sis.

Posted on Friday, August 31, 2012 at 4:20AM by Registered CommenterKaren | Comments1 Comment

Reader Comments (1)

so nice - I lost my 15 year old son years ago, and am always touched if I find something of his. This happens less and less often, and that makes those finds even more precious.

September 3, 2012 | Unregistered Commentercassie-b

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