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Wave of Life

What is time when it comes to family?  
Time is so short that nothing can take away the real purpose of our being.  
The time comes and goes, leaving behind the only gifts that man can hold onto.  
Leaving us with the only gift of happiness, tears, and good times - all rolled up into one.  
As we go through the day-to-day of our lives, we learn from the visions (experiences) of those days that there is so much more to life than (simply) our hopes and dreams.  
That every one of us was born with a gift that only talent can share.  

What is it, when life holds the only key to our dreams?   
We weather the storms of life and learn that not all storms are bad -that there are rainbows that arch over the misery of our lives, which bring forth the sun.  
We see in our brothers and sisters, aunts, uncles, and friends that God made all of us "real", with unique and special gifts as we reveal our stories in the chapters of our lives.  
So, as time colors the sunsets and raises the shades in our lives, may we never forget the real meaning of family -and what having brothers or sisters, aunts or uncles, and friends mean to the value, or wave(s) of life.  

Written by Denise Timmerman
2/2/56-7/5/23


I am unsure why things happen the way they do in life. Some live longer into our years, while others have less time. Some of us experience more wealth, while others have less. Some are healthy, while others seem inundated with illness or strife. Some have experienced love, while others have never known that warmth.

Denise’s life was never easy, she had many struggles, but I believe she wrote this poem for a reason: one can either meet the pummeling waves (of life) head-on or instead succumb to their strength and let them diminish you.

Denise preferred to meet her challenges head-on, and her durability was undeniable. She was able to transcend her challenges with fortitude and the love of her family and friends, as witnessed by this poem written in her own words.

When I read this poem by my sweet sister-in-law, I could not help but see and feel what she saw and felt -that life can be so unfair, and yet, within that unfairness lay a beauty. There is indeed a wave within the threads of our lives, and at times, those waves buffet us around, sometimes battering us against rocky shorelines, and, at other times, they raise us in steady waters to calmness toward the heavens.

~Carla



Photo by Anne Nygård on Unsplash


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