Round Five
Are you really gone? You who taught me more than anyone about being good to others; you who helped show me the inexhaustible supply of grace and compassion we can each give to others? If so, you will be missed, more than you know. Without you, there would be no Love Bomb.
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Did ya meet Vince yet? Did ya toss your lovely bombs all week long, did ya widen your cyber circle and bring more grace into the day than take? I know you did. Because you’re my kind of folk. But don’t stop, keep it coming on. The lights may be low, your legs may be tired, but Donna hasn’t sung “Last Dance” yet, so you just go.
And keep going cuz baby the love can’t stop. Roll up your sleeves and let that heart breathe a bit. It’s stuffy under that shirt. I think Walt needs to get bombed. Love Bombed, that is. Click on over to our favorite Astoria Cubano; my brother in escritorio self-examination. (That would be Spanglish, thank you very much). Buy him tarot sessions and boots. Sew evening wear for his ferrets. Lend him your summer cabin for some down time. Get to know his corner of the Universe. Tell him Louie sent you. Tell him yes, actually, the whole world IS on anti-depressants, yours truly included, and that we still deserve to feel it all; love most of all.
