SHOOTING STARS

I am in beautiful Santa Barbara for the month of March. It is good to get out of the cold temperatures of Ohio for a while.

I was sitting on the balcony last evening enjoying the warmth of the night. Looking up, I saw a dark navy blue sky dotted with brilliant stars.  The stars felt like they were inches above my head and if I reached for them,  they would be in my hands.

Every night while watching the sky, I see one or two shooting stars fly across the navy blue canvas and disappear.

I cannot help but say Ahhhh as they put on a show for me. I enjoy their brief beauty and then they are gone forever. They start their trip so bright, so strong, so beautiful. It is as if they have a mission to complete and once they make their final trip, they burn out and vanish.

The shooting stars remind me of Peggy.

She streaked across the sky of my life, burning brightly, so beautiful, so strong, so full of life. Then, it was as if her mission was completed and she was gone.

Now, as I remember her life, I can say Ahhhh. 

I can say Ahhhh because she continues to streak across the navy blue sky in my mind. 

She has left an impression in my memory that will never go away, never burn out, never fade like the shooting stars in the Santa Barbara sky.

My sister will always be a bright star because I remember.

I remember.

I remember the bright star that Peggy was to me. She lit up my life and so often, helped me find my way in the dark places of life.

I make a wish on the shooting stars that I see every night.

Maybe, my wish will come true. If not for Peggy, for all the other  bright stars out there who sit in the darkness of Alzheimer's disease.

I Love You Today, Peggy!

Mary Louise