TRISHA - BY ACCIDENT WE MET..... OR WAS IT? by Iris  R

Trisha was one of my best friends. How I loved her though it was only for a few months that we had met. Those months were enough to make the bond grow. I know that many people meet here by accident. I mean someone does a piece and someone else sees it maybe by accident and decides to take a look and really likes it and comments on it. Then you decide to see who that person is out of curiosity and you also like the person’s work and one hits the watch list button and then so does the other and you have made a new friend. Well we started that in a sort of that familiar way, but with another twist to the story. She popped in and started commenting. Then I saw her profile stating that she had come back and asked “Remember me, I’m Trisha”. I really didn’t remember, (I’m really suffering from dementia lately) but Trisha sounded so familiar, I knew I had met someone with that name before, but the profile picture didn’t look like the one I remembered. Any way, impulsively I said, "Of course I remember you, you are Trish, welcome back!!!!!. Maybe she also thought she didn’t remember me, but she didn’t say a word, but just welcomed me into her world with so much light and love and she was so happy to be back it was contagious. And that is when it all started. We were commenting on each others pieces and I learned a lot about what I read from her and her long informative replies. When I was going through a really bad experience that for the first time I wrote something so horrible about my inner feelings, she lifted me up and I felt so good afterwards. These were the words she wrote me which I will always remember for the rest of my life:
Pagly4u
Ahh Dear happyfeet……..you cannot heal your Fathers wounds…and trust me he hurts to….you cannot carry his burden……..only HE can do that……sadly many do not know HOW…..YOU can shed your burden…..let it go…..give it back like an unwanted gift……and move forward………write it down…every little word every sentence…..every thought……..put it all in a box and then BURN IT……and as it burns….tell yourself IT IS DONE…IT IS OVER..IT IS HISTORY…AND I GIVE IT BACK……I WILL NOT TAKE IT FURTHER INTO MY LIFE…….
IT IS NOT MY PAIN ANY LONGER…IT IS GONE………….and if the doubts creep in repeat this…..until you BELIEVE it………….trust me it wont take long before you feel the weight lifting……it will begin to lift when you strike the first match………just watch it burn and know that all the pain all the horror is there inside that box…and it is gone…………Hugs Dear One…be at Peace…………….XXXX

Then how happy she made me to know that I had done something for her when I wrote My Garden My Legacy I Leave to You Just read her comment and you will see why I was so happy. And if you wish to read, enjoy it and you are also invited to my garden. Because of her I didn’t want to write the dark sides of myself anymore, just try to work them out.
She was funny, full of wit and of course of wisdom. Her last piece of about being a frog was hilarious. This was a 70 year old woman with so much life in her. As tears roll down as I write, I smile and rejoice in celebration of her life, for Trisha who lived it to the fullest. She will always shine on me as I know she will always shine on the others who also learned to love her. We have lost our Trisha, but I know she would have wanted us to remember her this way.
So maybe we did not meet by accident, it was meant to be this way

By Accident We Met

I think it was mostly fate
for we both connected
instantly
You saw my dimming light
and quickly went to see the source of it.
Upon seeing me you said
“Hi, I’m Pagly or Trisha
do you remember me”?
I looked at you real closely
my brows formed an arc
I saw that smile
and suddenly recognition
My spirit remembered you
“Oh, yes, of course, You’re Trisha
You’re back, thank God
You looked at me warmly
and said
“You are out here in the dark,
let me take a look at the lantern
and see what’s wrong.
You took out a a beautiful antique bottle
full of
precious oil
and to my lantern you added it
and filled it to the top.
“Now, now that is better”,
you said
as you saw that my lantern was shining brighter than ever.
It was your mission in life
to keep on the lights of every soul
shining its brightest.
“There, there, you said
“Now go on shine on your own
but whenever you need me
the garden you see over yonder
is my home”.
You looked at me more closely
for the light was shining bright
and saw that I was hungry and cold
but you saw hesitation too.
You took me by the hand
and in silence your garden
we passed through
and into your lovely home
you took me to.
The hunger was appeased
and I felt warm in the heart and
so happy
I knew at that moment
that we were best of friends
you made me laugh
I felt warm and happy once again
From that day on I started writing
happy thoughts once again
Many were our visits…………..

I knocked on your door one more time
SILENCE
“Oh my friend Trisha had gone out for the day”
I came back again and again
and sent you a letter just in case
I was beginning to worry
all of the lights were out
I saw people around
but no one to tell what this was about.
I finally asked a neighbor
who told me the reason why
you never answered the door
my letters were still in the mailbox
and the lights of your house were out
I was shocked, I was stunned
My best friend was gone
But as the tears roll down
I feel the fingers of a breeze
gently blowing them away
And as I look up towards the skies
there I see your light
shining brighter than any other
and there I see my Trisha
There is my Star!!!!!

To Trisha with love
You will always be remembered
Iris