Be yourself. See yourself.
See others for whom they are.
Acceptance requires an open mind,
and an open heart goes a long way in
the day-to-day ways life presents itself.
Find your peace.
Recognize others as they too find their
own place on this planet. Peace.
06/23/2024 j.g.l.
Common sense communication:
more difficult to understand
than it is to appreciate.
Speak your mind,
listen closely, take your time.
What do you want to say?
What do you need to hear?
Do your vulnerabilities
get in the way?
Pay attention to your senses,
expression surpasses language.
06/21/2024 j.g.l.
It has been almost ten years since my father’s passing. While memories are not as swift as they once were, they are solid.
My dad always seemed to have a purpose and set an example for his three children. He was professional, an accountant, dedicated to a strong work ethic. Community service was important to him, and he served on many boards, at the church, and could always be counted on to volunteer with any of the sports organizations his active children were involved with.
Keith Lewis was a good father, a good friend, and trusted confidant to his partners, associates, and those within his ever-expanding social circle. Admirably, he counted among his friends a group of men he established relationships in his college days. He was a loving husband; that was never a doubt.
He was always there for his children, though I never fully realized how much pride he seemed to take in fatherhood. He was not overly expressive about his feelings (I believe it was a generational thing) but subtly showed love in ways that he was able to.
He was human and, flaws and all, recognized I was human too.
As I grew older, and then became a father myself, I realized more and more that lessons, morals, and virtues that he was trying to teach us through his actions were both valuable and purposeful. I did not respect the lessons then as I do now and, I suppose, never thanked him properly for the wisdom, knowledge, and the meaning of love he instilled in me.
We had our differences (it was a generational thing) and there were periods of silence as I never fully understood, or accepted, those differences. I was not rebellious . . . just silent.
Despite what I wanted to believe at the time, the man put his family first. He was a provider and I never wanted for anything. He was happy in his role. Only now do I realize his happiness in the role of father and provider.
His death, almost a decade ago, was unexpected (or not anticipated), and came at a time when I was searching for answers I can only now find in memory.
I am thinking of my dad today and how blessed I was to have a father like him. It was not always easy for me to express my love, but I know it was there.
I am still feeling that love.
Happy Father’s Day.
06/16/2024 j.g.l.
This day will pass, though
scattered thoughts will remain, as
we question or consider
our joys and pain.
We never know, but always care,
about reasons and results that
do not seem fair.
It is our way; it is this life;
is this how we survive on the edge
of a knife?
Sharper than we give ourselves
credit for as we seldom take tally
or measure the score in
this game of life that we all play,
not just now but any day.
06/13/2024 j.g.l.
