Over 3000 people on average are dying every day now because of COVID 19. We must never forget these souls. May their memories be a blessing to those they left behind. My painting below is dedicated to all those hundreds of thousands of souls. Many died alone unable to speak to loved ones. The hearts represent their souls and also the broken hearts of their loved ones. We are all one in all and one in all. The butterfly represents hope. In Spanish we refer to a butterfly as “esperanza” which means hope. I hope we protect each other and continue to wear masks to protect others. So much is happening right now. But let us focus on how precious life is and how much our loved ones mean to us. Let us not forget the essence of our oneness. Stay safe! God bless!
Category Archives: Memorials
Have we forgotten
who our true enemies are and were?
Have we forgotten how we united
for a powerful cause?
We vowed to never forget!
We vowed to stand together.
Nineteen years later
the pain is still so real;
Silence of words unspoken,
over 3000 names uttered by loved ones.
roses placed gently.
No, no, we will never forget.
Let this day be our bookmark
to the beginning of a new chapter
of the stories that will also resonate
in our minds forever
of the losses we have had
in these last few months
by a different fiend
by friend or foe.
No matter what
we do know
God bless America!
A single soul’s cry
No one can hear it!
Today I learned about two deaths in the family. One, was taken by the virus we are all fearing these day and the other passed in an accident.
She was full of the kind of ganas that few people have for life and living. I do not think I ever saw her without a wide and beautiful contagious smile. She survived cancer twice and those scares gave her the courageous to take on this deadly virus called COVID 19. She fought it as long as she could and passed away all alone. This is the first close up and personal case I have heard of among friends and family members.
I been thinking a lot about the AFTERLIFE and what is is that happens when we leave this dimension. I have been thinking of the family members who have passed on, some for decades now. I think about these things not to be morbid or obsessive but because I suppose numbers matter and as of yesterday 138.000 souls are somewhere on another plane. Some not able to say goodbye to their loved ones.
So I did what I always do I write to alleviate the pain and to help me cope with the reality we are all facing this year. We will all know someone who knew someone with COVID and who lost the fight. It is worse when the person is someone in the family.
The other family member was younger, full of dreams. A former military man returning from a final tour. He had just relocated and was looking forward to a new job. His mother visited him this week to help him get organized and all moved into his new house. He went out to get take out and five minutes later he was killed instantly in a vehicle accident. A drunk driver impacted his motorcycle.
Two people died two days apart. One never imagined what destiny had planned. The other although on a ventilator hoped she would make it. But once again hope and praying just did not seem to be enough.
Here is my poem to help family deal with these horrible events. if you have been coping with a similar situation please share your thoughts. I always love to get your feedback. Please stay safe.
How Many More?
A rhetorical question, maybe.
Sadness stared me right in the face last night.
I could feel the heartache and pain from far away.
Grief and sorrow walked down two different paths;
Each taking a loved one to a place where forever is a stay.
Sorrow never stands alone.
Woe wails loud and clear,
when sadness comes with the loss of someone dear.
Grief pierces our hearts and I wonder if it even cares.
We can only hope that death is not proud of what it does.
How many more?
Only God knows.
In the meantime, let us remember them all
and pray that their memories are blessings.
The Bugle Call
It is a melancholy,
yet a comforting sound,
a sobering Call
that announces the fall
of a gentle warrior:
a brave soul,
perhaps too young,
to know how finite,
the summons will be.
I hear that song again
repeating an inquisitive lyric
“War, what is good for?”
My response is always the same.
I wonder about him
all the time
that Unknown soldier
and the one I knew well too
who chose to be remembered
the next to last day in May,
waiting to be lifted
his last wish comes true.
In Memory of my nephew Ivan.
I just read about little four-year old Lliana (Lilly) Rose Garcia who died as a result of senseless road rage violence. I cannot begin to imagine the shock and trauma for her older brother Isaac as he watched her become lifeless. My heart breaks every time I hear an innocent child is killed because adults get angry and do not know how to control their rage. This is happening too many times. It is appalling, disgusting and sickening.
My prayers are with the Gracia family. I wrote this poem to honor Lilly:
a life snuffed senselessly
a freeway, No way!
Never mind the traffic signs
Speed limits or laws
Basic humanity should rule
no respect for life anymore
Innocent child with
Beautiful Big Brown Eyes
mesmerize the angels
waiting for Lilly
I hate failure and we have failed as a nation to discuss gun violence. Ninety two people die daily from gun violence on the streets of our cities. I hate that we cannot find a viable solution. I hate that we have failed at standing together to protect innocent people like the five month old who was shot to death caught in gang violence and cross fire. I am sickened and heartbroken by this constant violence. I send prayers to all the victim’s and their families.
Again hate strutted in uninvited
Seven guns in hand
no one can understand
the motives behind it all
Mass murder is all too common now
no matter what the reason
Soon the news reports grows old,
Lives are shattered and torn apart
too many stories to be told
candle lit vigils, flags at half mast
cast shadows on the sacred ground
waiting for a miracle to at last be found
fathers, mothers, sisters, brothers
husbands, wives and children grieve
the love ones taken from them.
No one wants to believe
the reality and the truth.
The causes and the motives
unknown even to the most brilliant sleuth.
All of us know what needs to be done,
None of us need special permission.
to act with passion to make peace and love our greatest mission.