Sealed in the archive of her memory, is one of the most beautiful moments of her life.
On a cold winters morning she gazed at the sky trying to watch the sun rise in the west. She knew that she would never see it appear, but despite knowing, she enjoyed every second watching.
Dusting off beautiful archives.
Written: January 26, 1999
Dana Hunt-Me
Tuesday, May 20, 2014
Tuesday, March 4, 2014
The Man Inside The Moon.
The Man Inside The Moon.
At a very young age, it was instilled into me by a very unique lady, to always believe in myself and to never give up. She especially stressed to me to do this when times get tough and when believing becomes a hard thing to do. She whispered slowly to me, this will happen but try not to be afraid. I will show you how, give me your hand.....
She sat me down on the stoop outside her house and she said, look up and look hard my child. Now, I am going to share with you my secret and now our secret. Look at the moon my dear, do you see him? She smiled and said, did you know that there is a man that lives inside the moon.
Dana, I will and can promise you this....
That man will always be there for you, even if you can not always see him, he sees you.
That man will always listen to you, so talk, he hears you.
That man will follow you no matter where you may go, so go if you need, he's near you.
That man will always shine for you, so use his light, he illuminates you.
That man will always believe in you and so will I.
It has been over thirty years since that night, and I remember it as if it was yesterday. No ones mere words have ever imprinted so strongly inside me than hers.
At the age of four, I had no idea that she was fighting for her life, not long after she passed. I still remember the last time I would see her, I remember what I was wearing, the doll I held in my hands, the cat toy that hang on the side of her hospital bed and the way I waved as we left her room.
Every time I look at the moon, I think of her and I feel so blessed that she shared her secret with me. Thank You, Jean.
And, yes, I do speak to the Moon!
In Loving Memory of Jean O'Bannon
Dana Hunt-Me 3/4/14
At a very young age, it was instilled into me by a very unique lady, to always believe in myself and to never give up. She especially stressed to me to do this when times get tough and when believing becomes a hard thing to do. She whispered slowly to me, this will happen but try not to be afraid. I will show you how, give me your hand.....
She sat me down on the stoop outside her house and she said, look up and look hard my child. Now, I am going to share with you my secret and now our secret. Look at the moon my dear, do you see him? She smiled and said, did you know that there is a man that lives inside the moon.
Dana, I will and can promise you this....
That man will always be there for you, even if you can not always see him, he sees you.
That man will always listen to you, so talk, he hears you.
That man will follow you no matter where you may go, so go if you need, he's near you.
That man will always shine for you, so use his light, he illuminates you.
That man will always believe in you and so will I.
It has been over thirty years since that night, and I remember it as if it was yesterday. No ones mere words have ever imprinted so strongly inside me than hers.
At the age of four, I had no idea that she was fighting for her life, not long after she passed. I still remember the last time I would see her, I remember what I was wearing, the doll I held in my hands, the cat toy that hang on the side of her hospital bed and the way I waved as we left her room.
Every time I look at the moon, I think of her and I feel so blessed that she shared her secret with me. Thank You, Jean.
And, yes, I do speak to the Moon!
In Loving Memory of Jean O'Bannon
Dana Hunt-Me 3/4/14
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