This Sunday morning in 2010 He taught me again the story of the "Seven Dwarfs." He didn't have to say a single word. He just used a cup with a picture of Dopey. I knew and adopted IT as my own new nickname. IT IS NO LONGER 2010 BUT 2012.
Then, following the Chief, we read the news of Danielle's death as a warning and researched the Morning Edition story we had heard on NPR about "value added teaching." The word Danielle has grabbed my attention again, and I remember a promise I have made in private dialogue with my #1 daughter's #1 son whose birthday we celebrate this month. I shall keep that promise before Valentine's Day!
We've been doing a series of "Puzzling Seminars" that we can NOW ( February 2012) report in the form of dialogue as "He said, S/he said" between Grandad and Mom at RainbowWay.org. Prompted by "Sweet Caroline" serving at the Copper Kitchen in La Junta, Keith Goodwin teaching us how to use a smart phone, and my youngest daughter (Missy) showing us how to use Facebook, we've learned how to do IT with Abba too. We have begun to confront history and the MMIC that I first encountered as a newly wed house wife in Leesville, Louisiana in the early sixties.
I awoke one morning before dawn. Death and trauma weighed heavily on a heart that had been broken even as I was born in the Fall of 1942. Conceived and born in Love, this made no sense.
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