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2015-184 GlitterGlitter - Prompt for July 2 from #writealmSteve Schlonski's funeral was this afternoon. He had pancreatic cancer, though it was a massive heart attack that finally took him. He was a dynamic, inspirational leader. He is sorely missed.Glitter seems a strange topic to write about on such a day, but isn't that what we are supposed to do -- shine like lights in the midst of a dark and perverse world?I wonder how I will be remembered.Prompt for July 2 from http://thehabitofbeing.com/journal/creativity-prompts/
2015-184 GlimmerGlimmer - Prompt for July 1 from #writealmThere is a glimmer of hope that I may keep up with Amanda's prompts for July, which would be a good thing since I am more alive when I am writing. It is like photography in that regard. I see better when I carry the camera and I think better with fountain pen poised over the blank paper.Glimmer and hope go together. Hope rarely shines with full brightness. Instead it glimmers in the darkness of our days and pulls back the edges of black despair. In hope we decide to hold on, trusting that the full light will yet dawn.Free-flowing hope buoys us for the moment but cracks apart in the depths of life. For that we crave a hope that is founded on something firmer than a vague feeling that things will somehow work out ok. Because what if they don't? What if the psalms of lament fit better than the psalms of light?Even so, come, Lord Jesus.Thoughts on learning that complications of pancreatic cancer had claimed a highly-respected former group lead
2015-184 On turning sixty fiveJune 16 was my sixty fifth birthday. This is my journal entry from June 24.The standard response is that sixty five doesn't feel any different from sixty four, but I'm not sure that's true. First there were all the Medicare mailings urging me to sign here to get ready for this Really Big Deal. And, yes, I took my birthday off, which I don't usually do, but Wednesday was a pretty routine day back at work, though one friend and former manager was relieved to hear I wasn't planning to retire any time soon.It does feel like I've turned a corner, passed an important milestone. But it has been a week of milestones. Lanse turned forty. I said good bye to the 325I and dropped it off at Universal Imports. We signed a contract to put a new roof on the garage. I sent in my registration for the Penfield High School Class of 1968 reunion and combined sixty fifth birthday party. Chuck and Suzy are coming up in July and bringing the urn Chuck made for Dad's ashes. A year and a half later we finally