Jonell likes to hang pictures on the walls. When most people have photo albums of their pictures, usually grouped in the various stages of life. Jonell creates entire walls of those memories. She will fill spaces between doors or just about anywhere she can drive a nail. Even a few places she shouldn’t. So as I lay in my bed I see a lifetime of events displayed before me. Sometimes I will just start crying as I think back on all the great times. Then this thing suddenly caused all the pictures to be taken with me in my bed. For the most part, with only a few exceptions, I think I have dealt with this major life-altering turn of events fairly well. I know it’s nobody’s fault and there is no one I blame. What has hurt the most though is that there are some people who I would have swore would have at least kept in touch with me via text. It’s been over two years since I’ve had any word from some. Even though I have made several attempts to reach them. If you think this may be you and by some remote chance you happen to read this BLOG, I hold no ill will and a simple hello text would be awesome! I’ve reached the age where I’ve learned that life is too fragile and short to harbor bad thoughts. Let’s start anew. It’s best to try not to let negative thoughts rent space in your head. If there is some wrong I’ve done to you, please forgive me. We are both reaching the age where things begin to happen to your body. I am the perfect example of that. I am worried about you. Even if you never want to hear from me again. I will of course be sad, but please let me know you’re alright. Sometimes when I close my eyes a picture of you will flash in my head and I will smile or cry from the thought. It’s my own picture wall, just like Jonell makes. Only I can change my wall anytime I want. It’s funny how one picture will lead to many others. They really are just still frames of my memories of you. I long to see you again, but I know the distance is a problem and I would gladly settle for a text or phone call through Jonell. My faith in God along with the support of my family and friends is what gives me the power to continue when I falter. There are times, as I said in my last post, when I wonder if I can continue. But then I survived a widowmaker heart attack and a stroke that kills most. I’m not being conceited when I say that God must have other plans for me. That’s what has driven me to speak more of my faith in my posts. Perhaps I’m supposed to be turning more people toward Him. I’d love to get a chance to create a new picture wall with you. And sit with you and reminisce about days gone by. Or exchange texts of life’s happenings with you. In case you’ve lost my number for some reason, you can reach me at 573-210-4556. If this is goodbye, I wish you the best!
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