A Sign A Day

...keeps the blues away!

A new day...a new "sign".

The past two days I've talked about "reaching". Well, today I needed a little help from my friends. Hey, works for me!

While wallowing in my "The Final Stage" pity party on the anniversary of Julie's passing, I made yet another reference to the Eagles...rejecting any possibility of the "peaceful easy feeling" implied by the "acceptance" that is supposed to be the culmination of the Stages of Grief.

No, no...don't fret! This is NOT Pity Party IV...I've made a pledge. It's waaay to early to go back on that! Just had to replay that scenario to set the stage for today's "sign".

Anyway, my friend...

May I digress for a moment? (All right...I heard you mumbling. Be nice...)

The aforementioned friend gave me a Christmas present...a T-shirt to add to my collection. Knowing my literary pursuits (and being the subject of an early chapter which identified her as a "B"), she found a shirt with a perfect slogan..."Careful, or you'll end up in my novel."

Well, you would think that since she gave me such a shirt, she'd know and follow that sage advice! Noooooooooooo...she keeps "stepping in it". But, then, that's what friends do.

Anyway, my friend...

After reading Pity Party III and my "peaceful easy feeling" remark, sent me an e-mail...trying to cheer me up. (Did I mention that my friend also follows Rachel's blog...and had read her "rainbow posts"?) Well, she proceeded to remind me that my "messengers", the Eagles, had given rainbows a mention in one of their earlier songs...one that I have used to (jokingly?) refer to myself..."Desperado".

When I looked up the lyrics, sure enough, there is was! The final stanza goes like this...

Desperado, why don't you come to your senses?
Come down from your fences, open the gate
It may be rainin', but there's a rainbow above you
You better let somebody love you, before it's too late

Okay...nice friend, Ron, but...what's that got to do with today???

Dang...impatient reader, aren't you!

Okay, okay, I'll get to the point...

Without getting "morbid or down" (because I'm actually NOT feeling that way...due to "circumstances beyond my control"...way BEYOND), I eagerly made my trip to the cemetery today...to see what would happen! Any new "coincidences"?

In fact, to save me some typing, let me just cut and paste the e-mail that I sent "my friend"...

From: Ron Newell
Date: 10/23/2008 12:28:34 PM
To: Ruth Bailey (H)
Subject: Oh, I get by...

...with a little help from my friends.

Thanks for the rainbow, Ruth!

Wouldn't have had it without you...never remembered/knew the words.

Don't remember the full context of your e-mail the other day...and have already trashed it. However, as I turned into the cemetery on this rainy day a rainbow broke out...over the radio...delivered by Eagles.

Yep, Desperado.

Don't tell me Julie's not keeping tabs on us...


Ya gotta admit...the multitude of "signs"..."coincidences"...whatever...make you go "Hmmm..."

And, as I drove up to the house upon my return from the cemetery...just as I reached to turn off the ignition...the radio DJ said that one of the upcoming songs was going to be by Bette Midler.

If you have followed Rachel's blog, you know that one of her "featured songs" was Bette Midler's "The Wind Beneath My Wings". I thought "Damn...a double message!" So, I went inside, got out my portable from the downstairs closet, and turned the radio on. Nah...

The Bette Midler song proved to be "From a Distance". It's an anti-war song and that "God is watching us"...as we engage in our nefarious ways. A worthy cause for sure, but NOT the message for which I reach.

Oh, I COULD "reach"...for personal meaning.

"From a Distance"...that's a pretty appropriate response to my two-day-in-a-row message of "So Far Away", but that would be TOO far to reach...even with a little (make that a whole lot of) help from my friends.

I've had my "sign" for today...I'm happy!

What will tomorrow bring?

Tomorrow, after all, is the "other anniversary"...the day (one year ago) that we layed my beloved to rest.

What will it be, Julie? Can you hum a few bars...