Anything is possible.
Tomorrow the sky could be purple.
Tonight the sun could shine.
We could love each other and Mother Earth.
Lets all do something different..something we have always wanted to....I'm getting my drivers license again on Wednesday. I had it along time ago and let it expire. I've been working towards this off and on since July... I'm going for it...rmrmrmrmrmrmrmmr.
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Mary Jo Doyle Remembered
Mary Jo Doyle
By Eve Brownstone
“Whoosey…. Whoosey… whatsey… whatsey”….Mary Jo Doyle would say to explain anything that was not easily explainable…. like herself.
You were a dance partner, a friend, a mentor and a community leader….
Thank you for letting me know you…through your beaming smile there was more to you…
You would go out on Christmas Eve to hand out historical society membership information.
You had the kind of sweet heart that would take in your niece and six month old daughter…not for a couple of days but for a year and a half…
People talk these days about everybody is replaceable…. There is no one who can fill your shoes…you drove the bus and commanded the wheel especially at the historical society… You had the vision…the passion the guts the will to get things done…not everybody agreed with you all the time…I didn’t agree with you all the time…but I was astounded by your heart and commitment to our community of Rogers Park/West Ridge.
From your bed at Lakeshore, you were still editing the newsletter, organizing a party for your family and making sure Mervin had a ride to the Founders Day picnic.
You dreamed of making it to Catalina…you planned to go…it became your hope of getting better.
I knew you were having a good day when you were bossy, up making lists….trying to keep track of all your visitors..phone calls…meds taken...keeping something under control..even if you couldn’t control what was happening with your body…
I was there with you when things were not so good…when you talked about the cancer being back…the pain...hospice…you were happy to go home..
When I would leave you at Lakeshore I would touch my fist to yours as a sign of respect. You would smile when we did this. You would let me know you were still fighting the cancer.
The last time I saw you were in bed at home. Your hand could no longer make a fist but was out stretched as if in acceptance of what was happening. You looked peaceful and loved ones were close by taking good care of you.
I remember the music playing in your room, angelic choir music.
Standing at your bedside, I had a clear image of you…in one of your colorful outfits…on a large dance floor filled with your loved ones: your husband, John, your parents, your brother and sister and many others who love you and have been waiting for you. In this vision, you are beaming with so much love and vitality. I was filled with tears not of sorrow but of joy, knowing you would be dancing very soon with so much love surrounding you.
Bless you Mary Jo…
By Eve Brownstone
“Whoosey…. Whoosey… whatsey… whatsey”….Mary Jo Doyle would say to explain anything that was not easily explainable…. like herself.
You were a dance partner, a friend, a mentor and a community leader….
Thank you for letting me know you…through your beaming smile there was more to you…
You would go out on Christmas Eve to hand out historical society membership information.
You had the kind of sweet heart that would take in your niece and six month old daughter…not for a couple of days but for a year and a half…
People talk these days about everybody is replaceable…. There is no one who can fill your shoes…you drove the bus and commanded the wheel especially at the historical society… You had the vision…the passion the guts the will to get things done…not everybody agreed with you all the time…I didn’t agree with you all the time…but I was astounded by your heart and commitment to our community of Rogers Park/West Ridge.
From your bed at Lakeshore, you were still editing the newsletter, organizing a party for your family and making sure Mervin had a ride to the Founders Day picnic.
You dreamed of making it to Catalina…you planned to go…it became your hope of getting better.
I knew you were having a good day when you were bossy, up making lists….trying to keep track of all your visitors..phone calls…meds taken...keeping something under control..even if you couldn’t control what was happening with your body…
I was there with you when things were not so good…when you talked about the cancer being back…the pain...hospice…you were happy to go home..
When I would leave you at Lakeshore I would touch my fist to yours as a sign of respect. You would smile when we did this. You would let me know you were still fighting the cancer.
The last time I saw you were in bed at home. Your hand could no longer make a fist but was out stretched as if in acceptance of what was happening. You looked peaceful and loved ones were close by taking good care of you.
I remember the music playing in your room, angelic choir music.
Standing at your bedside, I had a clear image of you…in one of your colorful outfits…on a large dance floor filled with your loved ones: your husband, John, your parents, your brother and sister and many others who love you and have been waiting for you. In this vision, you are beaming with so much love and vitality. I was filled with tears not of sorrow but of joy, knowing you would be dancing very soon with so much love surrounding you.
Bless you Mary Jo…
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