An Urgent Call To Sir Dude

Due to circumstances beyond my control, I feel it best that I have a sit down with my therapist Sir Dude, sooner that the 14th of February. Today is the sixth day and quite honestly, I would much rather see him sooner.

There's an urgency about this. Positively. I have an angst brewing in my center and I'll consider this listening to my gut scenario's. The Micro Mini Meniere's attacks are unhealthy to my emotions and my right good proper self esteem has taken a beating. I feel it in my bones.

Friday, 03 February 2012, I had a "freak out session" that lasted several minutes. In my Spirit's I felt total chaos. As if dumbfounded by something unexplainable. So many and too many people cut across boundaries without an excuse or invitation. It just troubles me. I am.

Something else that I am having difficulty with is grasping hold of my friends death by the cancer. I am not sure why this sadness has become something I carry so heavy with me...

...yesterday afternoon, Brenda and I made a dash up to our pharmacy for my prescriptions. This is the very place Nancy and I were reunited just about a year and one half ago or two. What a reunion! We laughed and had an awesome time. I loved her hugs. It was not necessary for the wife and I to go inside and I was glad. I don't know. It's as if I feel extremely sad emotions going there now. I remember the very spot we saw each other for the first time in years. But, you see, the Heart Strings always remained intact. They never wore or grew apart.

We made plans...

...we had our telephone connections and our hopes and dreams for each other and our families. There will not be a Family Game Night at Nancy's house.

Now, my Shero Nancy, is in Heaven. No more plans, no more telephone connections, our hopes and dreams set adrift on the wing of an Angel. No more hugs. NO, that's wrong because I just felt her love in my Core...

...smack dab in my heart.

Oh my, has all the above stirred unfinished business between my Father and I. He too died from a disgusting type of the cancer...

...Dad?