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My dearest, darling little brother

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❤️ Darling Brother M.K.A ❤️

My dearest, darling little brother,

I know, without a doubt, sweet brother, that you are enjoying Heaven and that you are in high spirits over there, yet I still must ask: “How are you?”

You were are the baby of the family and I am the eldest among us three siblings. You left us much too soon. My heart aches. No words can give me comfort, and no one can help drive away the pain.

Sad to say, I simply took it all for granted. I thought that there would be many more days, more weeks, months and years for sibling shenanigans – in fact, even on the day you left us, I was waiting to see your smiling face, when later that evening, on your arrival home, I’d carry out the same daily ritual…..I’d quickly demand the ‘password’ before letting you in. Of course, you knew there was no password and that I’d promptly open the door for you. But that daily drama had to be done.

I dearly miss that. It feels as if a bit of my heart has been taken away.

I vividly remember…… The sun set that evening. I waited for you, bro. I so wanted to see your smiling face. But that was never to be. God had other plans. We must submit to His will. Yet still, I can’t help wondering, why? It hurts enormously.

Why? .. Why? Questions sail on my flowing tears, the mist fogs up my vision. Deeply distressed. Bewildered. Baffled. Yet I realise, I must bow to His will, I must!

You left without even saying “goodbye” … Each morning, after breakfast, you’d leave for office at 8.10am, promptly. That day, within an hour, I received the dreaded phone call. A stranger calling to tell me that you were are no more.

Shocked. Numb. I am dumbstruck. I am stunned, shattered by the effect of the words. I feel as if I’m having a bad dream nightmare, and, in desperation I try to wake up. But, the reality hits me, wickedly, in the face. It is all true. This is real. I walk in my room, aimlessly, waiting for the facts to sink in.

This was a phone call I thought I would never receive, and words I would never hear. Because, somehow, the silly me always thought I’d be the first one to go. After all, I am the eldest – the old one.

Even though you were are our baby, yet you always took care of my problems and, like a true super hero, invariably found solutions to all the difficult happenings in my life. You were there at all times for me. And, yes, even now, you are here beside me. I honestly believe that.

I can sense your presence. I talk to you as if you’re sitting right next to me…..and yes, you surely are. God has been kind. He let us have you for fifty-three years, how blessed we were are! Greatly honoured. It was is a privilege having you belong to our family. Thank You, God, immensely.

I feel enormously blessed because whenever I think of you, I can only remember the happy times. And He graced us with countless! All the laughter, the giggles, innocent guffaws, those secret exchanges of knowing smiles after creating a blooper, and those stifled sniggers, still echo cheerily in my ears. Many a time I catch myself grinning broadly when recalling some of our escapades. God bless.

You’d tell people that: “Whenever my big sister rings me and, in a particular tone of voice, says, ‘Hello, MKA, are you there?’, I know that she’s committed a boo-boo somewhere!”

Haha, that’s so true. For whenever I’d done something catastrophic or bungled up somewhere, you, my darling brother – my knight in shining armour – would come riding on your white horse and rescue me – the dainty, delicate damsel in distress! Sigh. You knew me very well. Sigh. I miss you so.

I am remembering a childhood incident that took place in Yorkshire, England. Mum had taken us three siblings to watch Walt Disney’s ‘The Sword in the Stone.’

It turned out that you, little bro (at the tender age of four and a half, if you please!) were smitten by Queen Guinevere. You wished to be Sir Lancelot, the top knight of King Arthur’s Knights of the Round Table. Oh crikey, and what a dashing knight you turned out to be!

After the film, that day, you spent ages in your room, flapping cardboard, flicking crayons and flipping papers. Eventually, when you emerged from your room, what sight do we behold? Or, rather, who do we see?

Sir Lancelot! Yes. Little bro, our knight in shining armour, all dressed up, carrying a cardboard sword and a cardboard shield, bearing a name that was oh-so proudly emblazoned on the cardboard weapon of mass destruction: ‘Slanslot.’ …………. Aww.

One day, years back, Daddy asked you, beloved brother, to write a composition……a task you weren’t pretty fond of then, yet you acceded to parent’s request.

And your Pulitzer Prize winning essay went thus….

‘One day ten crows sat on a wall. They all fell off the wall. Then there were ten dead crows.’

End of story. Period. ……oh, the poor crows.

Huh? Well, whatever happened next, and whatever Daddy said, let suspense reign, eh, little brother? *wink*

Ah, dear little brother, while you lived and laughed amongst us, you generously sprinkled happiness and joy wherever you went. Your cheery grin embraced friends and family alike. Your compassion and kindness touched all those who knew you. Even the little stray kittens would come rushing to you, for despite coming home tired after a busy day at work, you would always have time to feed them their favourite dish – slices of bread dipped in milk.

God bless you, my darling. You’ve done us proud. You walked the earth with humility and gentleness. Your goodness enveloped all. God blessed us with you, a pure soul, a kindly being who spent fifty-three glorious, memorable years with us. Short they may have been, but my, what magnificence and purity we were blessed with – our precious MKA! Thank You, Lord.

Keep smiling, dearest one!

All my love, hugs and kisses,

Your loving big sis,

Deed xx

Maloquacious © 2017

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When the soul speaks, the heart listens

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“The most painful tears are not the ones that fall from your eyes and cover your face. It’s the ones that fall from your heart and cover your soul.” ~ Author Unknown

When you are unable to open a new jar of jam. And you burst into tears. That’s okay.

When that beautiful bone china teacup slips from your hand and shatters into smithereens. And those tears pop up again. That’s okay.

When someone you wholeheartedly trust, wickedly betrays you. And you sob, bitterly, the tears just gushing out. That is, also, perfectly okay.

When, one day, feeling totally distraught, you happen to find yourself, all alone. And having to bear new responsibilities, both financially and emotionally, single-handedly – raising children, guiding them, advising them, being their rock – then weep if you must, but hang in there, tight.

Cry, oh, do cry! Oodles and oodles. Let the tears just flow. They are a part of the healing process.

Most importantly, tears are a language only God understands. He has heard the silent screams of your heart and soul. Indeed, you are not alone for He comprehends and, He is there beside you…always is and always will be.

Therefore, no matter what, do not despair!

For, once the tears have dried, and your vision is crystal clear, look above you. There’s that wonderful rainbow, beaming bright and cheerily, in all its glory. Yes! Just as He promised.

So, persevere and have faith. Keep that hope going strong. And… Trust in His timing, for His timing is perfect. Just let Him do His job!

And, believe me, do, when I tell you all this – for, I too, have been down that road. Yes, with my big bagful of tears. But I waited, though, I must confess, a wee bit impatiently, for that promised rainbow.

Today, with His grace, I stand before you, a much better, stronger, wiser, tolerant, and a more loving and compassionate human being.

So…

When the soul speaks, the heart listens. Keep peace in your soul, love in your heart and grace on your lips.

Love and Light. God bless.

 

Maloquacious © 2016

It’s not whether we win or lose, but how we play the game

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Oh, yes!

Life has taught me well. It has enriched me. Nourished me. And, on occasions, astounded me. If I were to say: “Life, how dost thou surprise me? Let me count the ways.” Alas. I would not be able to do so, because there are countless ways. It’s as simple as that.

Besides taking me on my best adventure ever, life has shown me that no matter what, there will always, always be ups and downs, highs and lows, crests and troughs. Sunshine. Rain. Sunny days. Stormy days. Indeed, yes. Without a shadow of a doubt. It’s absolute. This ‘turbulence’ is all part of the package and adds to the thrill and zing of life.

The trough toughens us, the crest invigorates us – surely that’s what life is all about….a roller coaster ride. It is rather similar to that of a train journey – stopping at a variety of scenic and non-scenic stations; halting at sights that are desirable to the soul or at panoramas which cause great discomfort to the spirit. All of them toss in that precious bit of ingredient that is so essential to the recipe of life.

Moreover, life would certainly be drab, if there were no challenges to face or no adversities to go through. Their presence in life is what makes an individual strong and disciplined. In fact, it is the hottest fires that forge the hardest steel. As Aristotle put it: “The beauty of the soul shines out when a man bears with composure one heavy mischance after another, not because he does not feel them, but because he is a man of high and heroic temper.”

Adversities are there to test your strength, gauge your perseverance and measure your determination. When you finally overcome trials and tribulations, you feel a fantastic sense of self achievement and self accomplishment. On arriving at the end of the tunnel, you bow your head in gratitude and savour the comforting light. You are more sensitive to others’ feelings and more appreciative to life, in general. For having lived through both the bad times and the good, you can fully enjoy the powerful transformation of the new you. Humility prevails. Compassion reigns. In short, you transform into a better person, more contented.

In addition, these diverse experiences allow you the freedom to react differently to each particular situation. Eventually, through time you become to realise that your response affects your everyday life. For instance, dealing positively to a given situation will result in a positive attitude. A positive attitude, ultimately, puts you in a happy frame of mind. So watch your actions, be aware of your thoughts, and, simply, endeavour to live a life of contentment by taking one day at a time. Moreover, at all times, be grateful.

After all, everyone in this world must endure this ‘up and down’ existence. It all tots up to the thrill and excitement of this fabulous adventure that we call ‘Life’ – the very reason why you and I walk the earth. In other words, we/you are being constantly tested….spiritually, physically and mentally.

How will we fare in this important examination, eh?

Well, that just depends.

It’s not whether we win or lose, but how we play the game.

For my part, I aim to do my best.

And..

What about yourself? What is your game plan?

Pause. Ponder. Reflect.

 

Maloquacious © 2016

Travails of a Time Traveller

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As the sun’s rays glitter through swaying boughs, I watch the leaves bow in reverence at the majesty of the splendid day. All around, the radiance dances its shimmering swirls and twirls like devout dervishes in hypnotic trance.

I am mesmerised.

Ah, if only I could sit and watch this enchanting display of worship and adoration to the mighty Creator. Everyone and everything bows in gratitude – acknowledgement of His greatness.

But, I have no time. I cannot afford to dawdle for I have too much to do. I am a Time Traveller. In haste, in rush, I always am. Chop-chop.

I’m busy, too busy. Got no time. Too absorbed in the nitty gritty of life, I always am. ..Keeping up with the Joneses. ..Catching up with the rat race. ..Rubbing shoulders with the top brass. I want this; I want that. I must do this; I must do that. I desire more. And more and more. The list becomes endless.

Sigh.

Alas, such is the life of many! But at the end of our Journey, will any of this matter? Our mansion? Bank balance? Crystal ware? Silverware? Jewels?

Who will be in awe of all this? Will we be rewarded for our possessions? Will the angels be impressed? Moreover, will He be pleased with us? Think about that.

Pause. Ponder. Reflect.

At birth, we enter empty handed. On death, we depart, also, empty handed.

So…therefore, …

When the realisation finally dawns, what really matters, is how well and productively we lived the ‘dash’ – the life duration in this world.

In spite of adversities and despite evil temptations, we are here to enhance our souls’ growth. To better ourselves. To understand the true meaning of life. In short, toss out ugly materialism. Rid yourself of envy, jealousy, selfishness, dishonesty and every negative emotion.

Instead, embrace spirituality. Take a firm grasp of truthfulness, integrity, humility and gratefulness. Improve your soul by being good, doing good, thinking good, and most vital, always keep in your mind, heart, body and soul, the mention of His blessed glory.

No matter what bricks and bats, sticks and stones befall you, persevere and endeavour to transform into a beautiful, joyful soul of love, humility and compassion. God speed.

I conclude with a favourite poem of mine…

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Maloquacious © 2015

Enjoy the beauty of the day

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Cheers! A new day awakens. Breathe in the freshness; take in the joy. Hail to the morning. Enjoy the sights and sounds…arise.

Let the melody of the merry birds, their twitter and tweet perk up your senses. Yes, for assuredly, the nattering and chattering of these feathered friends orchestrate a cheery welcome—an absolute, positive start to your day. So, hush. Just listen.

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Promise me

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Yesterday, Lynne Anderson delightfully serenaded: ‘I never promised you a rose garden.’

Today, there’s a different sort of promise. Today, I want you to promise me something precious – a promise of Gratitude.

Promise me that you will whisper a little prayer to thank Him for each and every blessing. Promise me that you will do it right now.

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Never mind about how you are feeling; ignore that self-pity and the sense of inadequacy. Quit pointing fingers and stop blaming others. Allez! End it all. Pronto. ASAP.

Enough is enough! Or, as I usually say, ‘nuff is ‘nuff.

It’s so simple to pin the ‘it’s all your fault’ tale (pun intended) on a scapegoat. It’s all too easy to shrug off responsibility for the fiasco that you, yourself, have created.

Bickering, backbiting and jealousies only result in hate and more hate. The Green-Eyed Monster, deservedly, is an unwelcome guest so let your soul be free of it. Act right now. Enjoy peace and contentment.

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