Wednesday, October 1, 2014

The Circle of Life


I awoke this morning with thoughts running through my head, which isn't unusual - seems my head is constantly full of many thoughts - some deep, some mundane; some I share, some I don't.  Today I will share.

Much has happened in our family in the past five years.  And I've realized that since 2009, there has been a constant sadness in my life, a melancholy that has planted itself deep within.  Sure, there have been moments of happiness, days of happiness, but the melancholy always seeps back in; it never seems to quite disappear.

Back to my thoughts of this morning.  When someone, or something, we love dies, we feel as though we cannot go on.  We wonder how life will continue.  We believe that life can't possibly continue. And yet it does.  Somehow life goes on.  Babies are born, marriages occur, children move away and start lives of their own.  We get up day after day and go through the motions of every day life. Yes, life does go on.

In perusing my old journals, dating as far back as 1973 (I was 14!), I clearly see how everything happens for a purpose.  While in the midst of heartache, we don't always see the big picture; we don't understand why things happen.  Oh, I was such a fool in so many ways and cannot believe I did some of the things I did - chasing after men who were losers; giving my heart away time after time only to have it smashed in pieces.  And yet, I loved and loved deeply.  Sometimes the clown, but always true, always real.  And life always went on.

Through the sexual abuse of my nieces and the subsequent trials; to a dear friend's futile battle with melanoma; to the death of my beloved father and the sudden loss of my brother-in-law; to watching my sister, nieces and nephew progress through their grief - life does go on.  It's as the song says "In the circle of life, it's the wheel of fortune, it's the leap of faith, it's the band of hope. Till we find our place, on the path unwinding in the circle , the circle of life".



Thursday, March 27, 2014

Olivia and Emma


The other day I heard a story that has touched my heart, and stayed with me.  Two little girls, sisters, were killed in an automobile accident.  Olivia was 6, Emma was 3.  They have a surviving sister, Vivian.  I cannot imagine what the families of these two girls must be feeling, the grief that must consume them.  I do not know them, but they have been in my thoughts, my prayers.



Olivia and Emma

We did not want to leave so soon,
but Jesus called our name;
‘Olivia and Emma, come’,
and then the angels came.

They gently took us by the hand,
they wiped away each tear;
They softly raised our bodies up,
erasing every fear.

God greeted us with open arms,
He placed us in His palm;
And oh, such beauty filled our souls,
His touch, a soothing balm.

Though grief assails, remember we
have seen His mighty throne;
we hear the angels praise and sing,
and we are not alone.

Kristina M. Hooper @ 3/27/14


Friday, February 7, 2014

When You Miss A Loved One


The following poem is a collaboration between myself and a dear friend, Sheri Stanley.  It is dedicated to all those who have lost a loved one, a reminder that life goes on and the heart does heal.


When You Miss A Loved One
                   Kristina Hooper and Sheri Stanley United States

Just take a little stroll into the garden
to the Dynamite Crepe Myrtle
Let its radiance shine upon your face
Relax and feel the breeze, touch the smile,
and know they are there by your side
A flutter of tears soon overwhelms
to ease the sorrow that penetrates
through your falling tears;

every tear is a memory,
gently caressing the aching heart
frozen by grief, trapped in sorrow
the warmth permeates,
and slowly the heart begins to heal again,
a sign that life is present and worth living
Just as the Crepe Myrtle stands strong through storms,
so shall we survive and carry on.