Wednesday, April 27, 2011
It is just 8:00 am as I settle myself back into a sitting position in the bed where I peacefully slept the night before, pull my laptop onto my lap and engage the day. As my Firefox browser comes to life, I put to use the benefits as I start Pandora Radio to accompany my surf habits as Facebook comes into focus. Nothing from last night was added to my news feed and no one left me any messages so I turned my head and looked outside through my doors as a song on Pandora captured my attention. “ Fields of Gold” by Sting... This was the morning of 16 April 2011 as I sat being lazy on a beautiful cool crisp Saturday spring morning... Could not help but think, what could possibly happen or just what could I encounter that would hamper anything on this beautiful day? The stimulating song of my favorite bird competes with Pandora through my ear buds just outside of my French doors and seems to be beckoning my presence in his world... Yet this morning I stop my restraint and post my first thoughts to my Facebook friends:
I have no idea what happened to the liner that third time. I just came home one day and found the swimming pool empty with another hole in the liner and that was it. I left it that way for two, maybe three years until I found the resolve to repair it.
As surely as the memories of my swimming pool are pressed firmly into the pages of my mind, I reconnected with that crisp spring day of April 16th, and decided to take a spin on my Goldwing GL 1800. As I stated earlier, I will some day soon engage the Irish green colors of my pool and eradicate that color from her seasonal grip so grandkids can frolic another year in her oval presence surrounded by my three-level deck! We have discussed putting a top over the second level along with a fan or even adding a four-person whirlpool spa to the lower deck. Ideas never stop rolling around in our heads but what tasks we reluctantly undertook 12 years ago are now just dreams. It is time for another generation to improve on Poppy's house if any improvements are to be made. because on any given summer day just as darkness pauses most life into a peaceful rest you will find what appears to be a lifeless male form, clad only in boxer brief underwear, floating on his back in the calm waters of this pool. If you approach the sides and look closely, you will find the only sign of life is the slow rise and fall in buoyancy as I breathe in and out while the filter pump slowly moves me around in slow circles!
So here I am again, after an absolutely wonderful day of living, catching up with my Facebook friends and their ups and downs of this April day. Pleasant exchanges as my body began to slow down from self inflicted adrenal rushes of my 300 mile plus motorcycle trip via back roads to
Showered, shaved and sitting in the same spot in my bed at 10:35 pm with my laptop engaged, I was just about ready to give it a rest by saying goodnight to everyone when a chat message appeared on the lower right hand of my Facebook page. It was from Sandy Alexander. She simply said, "Diane passed away at 5:00 am this morning. She just let go of my hand." My mind raced back that morning when I thought, "what could possibly happen or just what could I possibly encounter that would hamper anything on this beautiful day?" My heart grew heavy as I posted a final message that April 16th, 2011:
DIANE V. FLETCHER (Diane Young) Or Diane Free as we knew her at
As old friends began to respond to the news, I tuned my computer off and sat it aside. I would find out more the next day as I again embraced what we have talked about in this story. Life!
27 April 2011