My Darling Sweetheart

"I know you've most likely received the next wedding dress. It's quite delicate, isn't it? You're most likely also wondering why I've received another wedding dress from my grandmother. She gave it to me with a note.

'My Dear Lilli,

   As you might have realized, this dress has shrunk in size comparison to the last one. As I give it to you, I remember wearing it after what seemed like a long storm of grief. It was as if I stood as a new person. Freed from anything and anyone I'd known in the past, I remember looking at my love as I walked down the aisle, once again.

   He was the same, but his eyes beamed with a new gleam as if he knew bringing me through that type of grief would find us together in that moment. He told me, in our vows that day, he'd marry me over and over again if, in our newborn life together, death shall do us part. I looked at him quizzically and agreed wholeheartedly. "I will." I said. He smiled and kissed me ever so gently. And we were married, once again.

With Love,
Grandmother Westerland'

I hope you think the dress is as beautiful as I do. I was so small dear I never fit into it again after that day. Should it find it's way to you my darling sweetheart, so shall the mending of your broken heart. Believe in true love... & true love shall be your home."

Suzie Sateri

Celebration of Life

I posted a poem yesterday that I wrote when I was approximately 11 years old when my Grandfather, whom I loved dearly, passed away.

"Beautiful flowers on the grave, why is everyone so afraid?
Stop your tears because someone is here to save you from all of your fears.
God is up there and he is down here.
He will save you from all of your fears.
When your time has come he'll lift you up, into the breathtaking heavens up above.
God is with you so don't be afraid when you see flowers on the grave."

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We recently saw a man, receiving CPR at Disneyland. I couldn't help but pray. Please, don't give up, I know you're tired, keep going, don't give up, I said to the First Responders.

I walked to a different area and made eye contact with a highbrow. I had hope again. Maybe there was some way he could be brought back to life. My footprints were full of hope.

"Peter Pan" took a deep breath and said,
"Okay, he's me."
He must have flown to "Neverland".

Returning after a while, the children showered "Peter Pan" with love and affection.
"Do you think he saved his life?" I asked. "Yep." He responded.

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I went to the house. It is just skin and bones. "Jack and Sally".

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I've recently read an article about a man (a teacher at my nephews school, a coach for my nieces team), who volunteered to search for a missing person in Mt. Baldy. During the search rescue, his body was found.

The community agreed in prayer this afternoon.
Amen.

Suzie Sateri