91. 12 April 2019
It is a rainy Spring morning. Yesterday, you drove to the Cincinnati area where Carol had her monthly lunch with three retired Blue Ash Elementary friends, Ann, Morita and Judy. You had lunch with Bud C., a friend and neighbor since you lived on Majken Place in Mason. Gary, whose wife is still in major recovery of cancer, is too busy for lunch now and then, but hopefully sometime this year you will be back to your periodic lunches also. You miss Rich G. who you also used to have lunch with, sometimes with Rich and Bud. - Amorella
0950 hours. I do miss my friends, Bob P. and Dave S. also. I have begun Facebook contact once again with Bert (Albert) F. whose wife Mary died a few years ago. At seventy-six deaths of friends and relatives happen more frequently, or seem to do so.
The soul reverberates with the thoughts and memories of friends of all nature die and move on. Reverberate is not the proper word, you have none because there is none.
The analogy of the soul fits best with the properties of water. In this particular case the reverberation is caused by throwing a small pebble into a small quiet pool of water about the size of a children's back yard blow up plastic pool. Now, think of a Japanese fish pond and a larger gold fish popping to the surface and leaving a bubble and a ripple at the same time. That water tension is the sense of an old friend in spiritual memory. The bubble contains a touch of the old friend's heartansoul, a tender kiss on the cheek, if you will. That's how it is presently for this unfading soul, Miss Havisham
1009 hours. What a pleasant and unique thought. It is like you are a real soul, Miss Havisham. It feels like my soul in expression - a real rejuvenation in heart and mind -- thus you feel a reality to me.
You are at Westerville's Bob Evans waiting for Fritz M., special friend since eighth grade, best man at your wedding, and added as your personal lawyer ever since his graduating at Ohio State University. - Amorella
1128 hours. I love my friends. I have had a good life, but it's not time to move on to the next world as far as I am concerned.
Afternoon. You have been lightly helping Paul put in wiring, six lawn lights and timer to reflect on the center tree, house stone and stone porch pillars. He just left after being here about four hours. He also straightened the bird feeder and put up the bird bath in back. Tonight, he wants you to take a picture to see how it all looks. - Amorella
1634 hours. I enjoyed his company as much as anything. We are so appreciative of his helping out. The lights were his idea a couple months ago. He bought all the material and brought his own tools. I called a few minutes ago and asked for the bill at least for the material. She said she would give it to me. He is a wonderful son-in-law and was brought up to help family, especially the elders. Kim has also helped us get settled and putting our bills on automatic pay and so forth. They help make our daily lives much easier. We have been so fortunate and are grateful beyond words.
With you, 'beyond words' means the thought has traveled to a deeper spiritual heart where it is 'in tune' with me. A very fleeting intimate touch of heartansoul -- a surprisingly unconscious warm touch of one friend's hand to another. This is how it is for Miss Havisham and it goes on to deep spiritual memory even though 'fleeting'. Time does not exist from my perspective. I know it only being 'attached and not attached' to heart and mind at once. Personified, we sense each other's presence in the similar way you sense a visitor in the room when you are the only one present, or when you are alone in a room with a friend for life and beyond.
2120 hours. Your words are very important to me.
Of course. Mr. Orndorff talking with Miss Havisham is privacy itself.
Post. - Amorella
2158 hours. I had a sharable moment on my Facebook page a few minutes ago and gave notice about our new writing project ending with "Feel no obligation to even look it up. This is not an assignment, only a sharable moment for me."
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