The Sky is Blue

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The Sky is Blue

The Sky is Blue
and the Golden Sun beams
upon the Good and Wick alike.

Love seeks that One True Love
Many are Unworthy, False, and Vile.
But, Hope sustains the Search for the One.

Oh, future One True Love.
Wait, your Mate is Searching for You.
And when We at Last meet.

The Sun will Beam. 
And the World will Rejoice.
The Sky remains Blue.

But, I will not be Blue.
Oh, Beloved One True Love for
I will have finally found You. 

Grandpa Costales' Typewriter

I found this google image of what looks like Grandpa's Costales' typewriter.

Whispers

Whispers

All those empty drifting moments.
Days that seem to never end.
Dreams and wants and wishes.
Leaves and wind and idle days.

Sun that brightly blazes.
But, somehow chills us to the bone.
Words that need to be spoken.
Deep desires never shared or shown.

Rain that swirls and cleanses.
Memories of bygone days.
Dreams that haunt your empty nights.
Aches that yearn and weighs us down.

Never saying what you want.
Words that burn - Desire and Fear and Want.
Words that grow - Love and Care and Hope.
Hidden thoughts that swirl and disappear.

. . . a whisper that you never hear.
I lean to whisper my hidden thoughts.
But, fear swirls and weighs me down.
I manage a meager smile. Then swirl and disappear.

Mary Fahl - Going Home

Four Years Later

Pamela Lynn Costales - June18, 1960 to July 1, 2007 - RIP

The simple thing to say is that after four years that my heart is still broken. But, I can't.

The Corrs - Heart Like A Wheel


The worst time was the night after Pam died. That was when it felt that my heart had shattered and could never be mended. But, there were the kids and they kept me from feeling that all wasn't lost and that there would be more time. That there would be a time to heal. The years have gone too quickly.

One would have expected to have experienced at least one cathartic moment during the past years. But, that catharsis has not occurred. I believe that I am a victim of the current times. That I expect the quick and neat solutions that are common and much present in the literature, movies, and television of today. But, real life is too intricate for such trite conclusions.

Sarah McLachlan - In the Arms of an Angel



The Whole World is different not because of Pam’s death. The Whole World changed for me when Pam and I became a couple. That union, that event pre-dated any formal engagement or even the wedding ceremony. Both the engagement and wedding are but the public acknowledgement of the private and even sacred commitment that two loving people share when they love one another. That I love Pam there is no doubt. (And there is a part of me that will always yearn for her. As the song says "I don’t know much . . . but I Know I Love You ".)

This writing is not a remembrance of lost love. That love continues. This is a commitment to renewed Hope and a prayer for strength in the challenges that lay ahead. Pray for the kids and myself as we solider on and enter another year.

Pam would be so proud of all her Children. (And I hope she would be proud of me as well. Pam was the better parent and in many things Pam did her jobs and duties as Mother far better then I am doing now as the Kids’ Father.)

(revised and updated from a past post)

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