Fall is in the Air

September, already.  Time is flying by.  I miss Suzy. Look out at her grave every day. Put a little white fence by it, as a marker, hung her collar over a picket.  Looks classy, like Suzy.


In the scheme of things, all we have are the moments we're alive. Breathing in and breathing out.  Each breath gives us another precious opportunity at living.  How shall we spend them?  Being helpful and kind or hateful and mean?  Giving and grateful? Or self-centered and withholding? 


Suzy taught me that love is the answer to a meaningful life.Day-by-day. Moment-byprecious-moment.  One of my teachers, Thich Nhat Hanh, is in the hospital.  He has a lung infection and is 79. He wrote a letter to his Sangha saying that he is still with them. In their thoughts, their memories, and will always be.  We are all connected.  We are all part of a greater good.  Our spirits remain alive and well even after we die.  So it is with Suzy.


She is with me every waking second.  I see her darling face every moment, feel her presence near. Her love is abundant and forever, and I smile at the thought of our bond.  Not gone, just away, for now.  If there is an afterlife I know we'll be reunited.  We will forever be connected through the spirit of our love.  Energy doesn't fade away--ever.  It's transposed after death to another form, but it still exists.  I feel Suzy's energy constantly.  See her in my mind and heart.  Feel her devotion.  Savor her love.