Our Connections

Post 278

I don’t think we have to have been in the physical presence of somebody, spent actual space and time with them, to call them a friend.

I believe our souls are much more capable of recognizing like-minded people through online interactions by the use of words. Words and consistency. One should never trust someone based on one post or comment, but with time, true relationships can develop or deepen. I realize those “catfish” stories are out there, and they are very pathological; a sign of our times, but at my age and circumstances it’s not a concern.

By this time next week I’ll have met an online friend in person for the first time. Through our online friendship I know what city she lives in, and I just happen to be going there next weekend, so we are planning to meet up and I’m truly looking forward to it. Today, in true form, she sent a picture of one of three GBH she saw, and that’s the kind of thing that friends, not strangers, do. Here it is.

On my walks here these past couple of weeks, the GBH have been in flight only. I still always pretend it is Mo saying “hi” each time.

Two weekends ago, I met a friend from Cincinnati at Mammoth Caves, a nice halfway point between us. When I describe this friendship to others, I say it is unique because although friends when I lived in Ohio, we weren't GREAT friends. We ARE GREAT friends now. Her love and support over the past 16 months has been amazing and appreciated.

I know so many new people who have sad stories. Until Mo left Earth, there were some relatives or friends with cancer diagnoses, car accidents, divorces, & job losses, but nothing that wasn’t just considered “life.” Now, many of my thoughts and prayers turn to the new connections - those with the unimaginable loss of a child - and the part of life that isn’t “just life.” It’s always there day in and day out. Waking up and falling asleep. My pain and their pain. (Not constant thankfully, but many more moments than previously)

Everyone I associate with in this circumstance believes as I do, that we will be reunited with our children someday. As I said from the very start, how or why could one continue to live NOT believing that?

I don't know if or how many of you can sense how much the world has changed in the last fifteen years or so, and continues to change, happening at a faster pace, and more monumental in scope. It means something.

To get through whatever is on the horizon, it is your true connections from your heart and soul that will help illuminate your path. Develop and prioritize relationships. God’s love seeps through those who really know Him. Connection to the Creator. He’s always waiting for we, his creations, to reach out. He will never force love out of you. Once you call out, understanding He is God and you are not, life has more meaning than you’ve been able to grasp previously.

I have more going on in my head that I can't completely flesh out in writing until I mull things over more. It has to do with the strange innocuous occurrences happening to me this year. Stay tuned!