People Who Need People

I just wrote an introductory paragraph for this post that I just deleted. Instead, I am going to let some of these special people in my life speak for themselves.

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I would die for both of them. No questions asked. In an instant, if needed. I am glad to know that about myself, and I am glad to be able to love so very totally deeply.

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This image serves double duty. It is a rendition of Ms. feisty Emily Rabbit who makes whining and getting in trouble an art form (I admit it: often a breath of fresh air for me) and the renditioner (is that a word?) is a very precious friend: Ms. Studio Lolo, lo to me. If Lo had a nickel for every time she has listened to me, helped me, she would be a triple zillionaire by now.
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If you're lost, this might be the reason.....hee hee
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I don't like cliques. And when I see cliques in the blogs, I don't like that at all. So I'll just say that sometimes you meet someone who you just know you want to be your friend. And you hope to be a good enough friend back that that person will want to hold on to you for a long time. And if that person makes you laugh as well as think and love, isn't that the best?
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My daughter is happy. She is married to a good man. he cares for her. I know he will protect her and watch over her. So it stands to reason for that reason alone I'm happy too.
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I love her. So it stands to reason for that reason alone I'm happy too. Through the years we have had some ups and downs and all arounds, but she has loved me through all of them. She lets me be myself. She is good and kind and creative and adventuresome. She finds everything I lose. I really think she deserves better than me, but she doesn't seem to know that and you know, I think she'd choose me anyway. Did I already say I love her?

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I can't keep calling him Baby Drew. He is almost 18 months old now and he laughs like the dickens. Ryan calls him Drewbie. I call him my second grandson. The honor is mine, Drewbie.
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I meet (and write and sing and appreciate and listen and read and share and eat) with a special group of writers and songwriters twice a year in a Big Yellow House. There is some kind of magic that happens in the room where we sit. I don't understand it, but I surely welcome it.
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Isn't her goodness obvious just from looking at her? Ah, Stella. Damn that cancer and surgery that's slowed you down, but you won't be alone ever. You have a family.

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Ah Marianne. How great to affirm and confirm that you can know and love from the inside out. That's what I've learned from blogging. There's so much I don't know about the friends I've made here, but I know everything I need to know. The love is real. Thank you Marianne. And not just you. I'm not naming names, but I hope you know the love is real. I do my best to let you know. (Walking Man, I mean you too.)♥
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I shouldn't laugh. I shouldn't have laughed then when this sign appeared next door, in front of the park where weddings are held at the chapel by the lake. My friend Liz shouldn't have laughed either. But we couldn't help it. We lifted our glasses to Brian, whoever he is, and hoped that he was glad his wedding was cancelled. Cancelled, I think, on the day of his wedding.
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Ah, my friends. I have wonderful friends all around. Meet Liz and Heather. (And here is a hint of our upcoming art fair. The paintings are by one of my wonderful friends, Gordon Heins.)
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This was my house for 20 years, which in some strange way qualifies as a person.
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This is my favorite picture of my Mom. She was having a tough time when this was taken, but I look at her face and all I see are those honest eyes, her courage, her humility. I hope I age like my Mom. She has no memory, she uses a walker, she had to leave her house of 60 years and move 100 miles away to a Rest Home near me, and you ask her how she is and she says, "I'm fine. Aren't I lucky I have nothing to complain about?"
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And finally: may the wonder of the ride itself carry you where you want and need to go...

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In the past two years, I have learned what matters more than anything. It's people who need people.

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Love

kj