Niagara Gazette — Did you ever wonder as you are hurrying around on “the hamster wheel” that there must be more out of life? Have you truly found as time ticks on that you have yet to achieve your true purpose? Moreover, would you even half-heartedly know what yours is? Well, that’s exactly what happened to me!
With what would begin with the 1998 “gushing” of a poem appropriately entitled; “The Poem That Wouldn’t Leave Me Alone,” I, Nancy, (or “Missy” as I was known to my late grandparents) would learn amid all my supposed failures that I was meant for something more. You see, this poem would not only leave me reflecting upon those I’d both loved and lost, but also facing some “pieces of puzzling memories” I had surely somehow suppressed.
At this point, while I also envisioned: “a pair of white love doves, a flickering red candle and a rainbow with a pot of gold at the end”, I made an all-out promise to “explore every line in that poem” and begin to heal all the hurt. Over time as well, I mindfully noticed that every time I would “surrender” a part of that work some special person, place or passage would always come my way with such enlightening answers, allowing their so” tapestry-threaded stories” to entwine along with mine.
Meanwhile, this was all very odd to me as I hadn’t written anything in my rainbow-accented diary or dabbled in my love of writing since my days at LaSalle High School. After all, I was perfectly content to keep working my much-treasured job behind the Emergency Room desk at Mount St. Mary’s Hospital, after forever skipping my high school typing class and somehow adapting to this skill my own way.
Then, in the early 2000’s everything changed as I found myself saddened upon losing three so-loved people in only four so-short years. At this time, I negatively asked aloud to God: “Why me?” to which He instantly replied: “No, Why NOT you, Life Is How YOU Look At It, Missy.”