EMAIL FROM GOOSE

Some of you remember that foggy horrible night that my brudder Sammy J. Simpson jumped out of my momma's arms and decided to go live at the bridge.

Sammy is on the left....he always looked crabby.  It is not something we talk about much cos Mom cannot breathe when we think back to that night.  Mom and I were so mad.  Mad at Sammer, and Dad cos of the crappy fence, and even mad at God.  Mad, mad and more mad.

One night about a week later Mom wrote Goose's mom a post about how mad we were and told her about everything we were feeling...and then we waited.  It was almost like we thought Goose and his Mom had some special power that would make our hearts feel normal and heal right up.  We wanted them to do the impossible cos after all he was Goose.

Not long afterwards a private email came our way.  Mom read it first, and then she read it to me, and then Mom read it again.  For awhile Mom read it a lot, and then she put it away, and we both started to heal.  There has only been one time that we ever went back and read that email, and that was the day that Sweet Greta went to live at the bridge.  Until today.  

We wanted to share some of the words that Goose and his Mom said to help heal our hearts, and we are hoping that they help celebrate what a wonderful life and insight that our special Goose had.  Michelle, I also want you to know that I knew that email came from your heart, and that helped us heal and I hope they help you also.

(This is just part of the email)

I can't answer why Sammer ran in to the foggy night.  There is just something about dogs that make them so passionate about what they are focused on.  And for the most part that is a beautiful thing; when that passion is focused on us, or their friends, even treats.  I often think what a beautiful world this would be if we as humans would have that much passion for what we love, and for one another.  We can learn so much from them.  

 

Even as a pastor I find that words are poor tools to express the thoughts, which you feel within your heart with the passing of your beloved Sammer.  The gap is always wide between our love and our words, our feelings and our speech.  But I believe God has given us two special gifts for moments like this.  One gift is memory, that quality which enables us to look back over happy scenes and pleasant memories of yesterday and yes even treat stealing, chair hogging and taking your lap from others.  The memories that you have and will share and the memories that family and friends will share in the future will help and encourage you when the light grows dim, when the pathway darkens, and when the day seems hopeless, you will remember Sammer's life, like a diamond in the sunlight, sparkling with beauty and dignity at every angle.  The other gift that God has given us is hope, the vision to know that the shining sun is behind the heavy clouds of sorrow and loss, which hang over you right now.

 I am not sure if I have helped in anyway.  But please know I hold you close in prayer and thoughts.  And this night Goose and I will light a candle for each of you and pray that the light that flickers so dimly right now will find it's way through the darkness to bring you hope and comfort.

Blessings,

Goose

I know you are running with your friends Goose.  We will miss you.

Stella Rose, Maggie Mae, Angus McConnell and Momma