Blog 2530 – 10.01.2022
Fragile As A Leaf In Autumn
Today’s title is from a Nora Jones song called Seven. To me it has long been a sort of theme song for a book that I wrote about my daughter Emily Elaine White called “Emily – The Little Girl Who Sang Her Song To Anyone Who Came Along.”
There is some debate regarding when life starts. Historically we celebrate our birthday as the beginning of these adventures in time and space and keep a tally of the anniversaries of that day when announcing our age. Emily’s coming out took place on a warm day in mid-July, July 15th to be exact in the decade year of 1980. Emily was conceived in early October of the previous year.
October has long been one of my favorite months, long before Emily was even a twinkle in her mother’s and daddy’s eye. My dream my prayer from a young man was for a son, Jonathan David. But Emily’s mom, Sandra Darleen, already had two sons when I met her, David – eleven and Ben – five, so she was wishing and praying for her Emily Elaine. Like me she had even had her name picked out for many years.
Emily was no accident and as the nucleus of my daily mantra states, “I am so glad and grateful that everything that I could ever want or need is already mine and coming to me at just the right time and in just the right way from my loving and infinite source.” It would be ten years later and with another wife, the lovely and loving Linda Lee, that my wish my prayer for my Jonathan David would be granted and answered. By then Emily had already had ten years to teach me to be a far better dad than I would otherwise have ever been to my son, her other brothers David and Ben had taught me too.
Emily was born with a song in her heart. She was so strong and yet “fragile as a leaf in autumn falling to the ground without a sound.” Her adventure in time and space was but thirty-two years. Jonathan has already lived longer than she did this go round and I have already lived over twice as long as she did and intend to make in three times so I can reach my personal goal of ten thousand daily blogs.
I began writing this blog in March of 2015 after attending a two day writer’s work shop in Chicago about how to get a book published. I had already written my little book about Emily and was trying to figure out how to get it read. A book that was recommended during the workshop entitled How To Build A Platform suggested that one way to build a platform or following was to start an on-line blog and that Word Press was one of the best places to do that.
So here I am. The first couple of July(s) after I started this blog I posted a chapter or episode each day of Emily’s book, so it is out there if anyone cares to scroll or stroll back in time to read it. I hope in time that many of you will. I am glad and grateful for all the good things that I have experienced and continue to in this life, and also that I get to share them all with you here.
Someone once said, “Build a better mousetrap and the world will beat a path to your door.” I am not in the mousetrapping business. I am in the encouraging word business, a branch of the family business, which is, you guessed it, the loving business.
Love to all.
Your friend and fellow traveler,
Seven (The Little Girl Who Sang Her Song To Anyone Who Came Along)