Three Circles

Three Circles
Joined again by the hand of fate,
Without warning two lives connected.
Over time a fresh life was born
By feelings new and resurrected.

Each life a circle with endless needs,
To keep the ties which bind them so.
Day and night they move on and on,
Almost daring the third, "Let it go!"

But the new found life grows on its own,
Strengthened by a desire to share.
Stealing time is not so easy,
Yet accepted by two who care.

Nourished by a mutual trust
And woven by strange twists and turns,
This circle of life continues on
Sparked by a desire to learn.

Unique to this are destined friends,
Balancing both joy and strife.
Thus creating a lasting niche;
Within three circles of life.

Dad left us instructions for this very Funeral Mass. At the end of these instructions, he left us a message, and so during the dark times right after he died, when we wondered how we would cope with this, we read what he had left us and knew the answer.

He wrote, “I don’t know if they allow the deceased to have much say about funerals, but I hope there will be recognition that this is a time where the joy should outshine the sadness. ‘Eye has not seen and ear has not heard what God has waiting for those who love him.’ (1 Cor. 2:9) The happiness I’ve experienced in my life is beyond my wildest expectations… and yet I know the best is yet to come. So please make this a happy time.”

OK Dad, if you say so, we will.

Number 1 in the State!

Teaching does have its rewards. Finding out that we, Wyoming School District, are Number 1 in the state of Ohio as a district is awesome with a capital A!! There have been ups and downs in my many years of teaching, but this kind of recognition sure makes it all worthwhile.

My dad

What an amazing person he was. From a little girl to a young lady to an older lady (!), I have always felt his presence in my life in a positive way. He was always there (as was my mom) to love and support all of us. He expected a lot. He would always say "Remember, you are a Scully!" He was kind, giving, caring - but never a pushover. He held himself and his family to high standards and none of us wanted to ever disappoint him. He was funny and loved to tell stories. Luckily he wrote many of his stories down before he passes away a few years ago so we have those to share with our kids and our grandkids (someday!) . I was never the prettiest of girls but somehow he always made me feel like a princess. He never failed to tell me that he loved me , and I am glad I said it right back to him. There were times in my life that I am not sure I could have gotten through had it not been for his support and understanding. He never enabled, but always let us know that he would be there for us unconditionally. His belief that faith, family and friends could make even the darkest of days seem skyblue.

"I love you Dad! Thanks for the footprints you left on my heart."

Aug. musings

Summer of 2009 is over. It is time to head back to work. The memories of these last few months are filled with lots of fun, family and friends..and some frustrations too. Life! I am glad that I made the efforts I did to spend time and money to be with family on Cape Cod, in Colorado, here at home, and at the lake in Indiana. I feel the bonds of love and friendship when I "take the time" to remember to care about the things in life that matter - hopefully the other kinks in my life (and my neck!) will work themselves out over time. I miss writing my thoughts down and so I hope to take time to do this for myself over this next school year.