May 21, 2017, Prescott-
Yesterday could have been seen as somewhat of a bust.
I didn’t spend all that much time at a memorial picnic.
I felt there were some serious issues of trust,
coming from some of the people closest to the man,
in whose memory we were gathered.
Earlier, I had been at a place where trust HAS been earned,
and, in honour of my maternal grandfather,
enjoyed a Chicago-style Polish Sausage.
I never met Papa, in this life,
but his forebears hailed from Silesia,
when it was German turf.
There was, then, as now,
a great deal of interplay between German and Pole.
So, Polish sausage, with sauerkraut and Dusseldorf mustard, it was.
There was great food at the picnic, as well,
and the Mariachi were heartfelt in their performance.
It was a magnificent tribute,
frayed only by that lack of trust,
something that the honoree would never have countenanced.
I moved on, and read, just this morning,
a horoscope that told me,
those who hurt you were doing the best they could,
under the circumstances.
None of us, really, are ourselves,
in the wake of shattering loss.
I wasn’t, from 2011-14.
A lot of people were hurt,
in the wake of my mourning.
Some have never forgiven;
most have moved on.
I happened on a troubadour.
Her message, sung across the miles,
to the one man she loves with every ounce of her being,
was just how lucky he made her.
The audience, mostly late middle-aged couples,
heard it in their hearts, too.
I know that feeling, so well.
My spirit angel was one of a kind.
She said to us, to me, if you’re struggling,
hang on. It’ll all work out.
She sang of falling gently,
as she did for the man who waits for her,
back in Cape Cod.
Enjoy the accompanying message, from Monica Rizzio,
and if you’re ever in Cape Cod, catch one of her gigs.