DEAR JACKIE ONE MORE TIME

Dear Jackie,

If you send me your e-mail in a comment on the blog I will write to you. All blog comments are screened so your e-mail will not become public knowledge.

I am glad things are going well for you, making new friends, that is wonderful, as are you.

Peter

DEAR JACKIE

I name this post Dear Jackie because it was my friend Jackie, who now lives overseas, who asked if I would be publishing the memoir on the blog. While I won’t be published it on the blog in its entirety, I have already published excerpts on the blog. If you search this blog for Shep and the Priest you will arrive at an excerpt from the memoir. There are other excerpts too on the blog.

At any rate, bless you Jackie for your question and be safe in life.

My best to you all,

Peter

THE FINAL DRAFT: MARCH 28

The end of the memoir is in sight and I can’t believe I just said that. You get to writing something like this and you feel, and at times believe, that there is no end to it. However, the end is in sight and oh my, I am bubbling over.

For the last four or five days I have been polishing and honing the part of the book involving my reunion with my birth-mother on January 8, 1987. What a breathtaking and beautiful event that day was. Deciding to look for her is one of the greatest decisions I ever made in my life. I can think of no decision any greater, that’s for sure.

I have chosen to finish the final draft this March 28. I will tell you why. At on or about 1:43 p.m. on March 28 I will pass my father in time in this world. According to the records, that is the time of day he died.

My father was born on February 20 and died at age 55 on August 16. I was born on October 2 and am now 55. If you count the number of days from February 20 to August 16 and then count the same number out from October 2, you land on March 28. And so, come hell or high water, March 28 is the day I will finish the final draft.

When 1:43 p.m. arrives on that day I will be at my Dad’s grave site to go through that moment together with him. As I have said in numerous speeches and writings, my father was and is the greatest gift life has ever given me.

As I mentioned in the journal entries from Stokes Forest (See October blog posts), from March 28 on, I will be striding through life for the both of us aiming as much love and kindness at others as I can.
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QUICK!

Dreams pass me quickly

Sounds and colors swirling

Do you hear me?

Curling through springtime morns

Smooth tasting buttermilk breasts

Do you hear me?

Hair like raven jewels

Eyes laced with truth unfolding

Do you hear me?

Mornings bring hummingbirds

Smokey voices whisper smiles

Do you hear me?

Kiss me — quick!
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INTRODUCING POLLS

Dear Readers,

It recently dawned on me that it might be fun to include some polls in the blog. You will see the first one on the right. Have fun answering.

If you have any suggestions for poll questions, let me know.

Be safe all and remember to live.

Warmth and respect,

Peter
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