Words for the Journey

Life is gone in a blink of an eye,so spend time with people who make you laugh, not cry.live your life its the only one you getlive your life with no regretsRemember the good days and cherish each onecontinue your life and have some funIf you can force yourself to smileyou will see the person you have not seen in a while

Pain vs. SufferingWhat do Tony Robbins and the Buddha have in common?Well, among other things, they both teach us that while pain is inevitable, suffering is optional.Tony explains that suffering occurs when our story for how life should be doesn’t match our reality.

The Day my life changed forever was a day I will never forget. My story isn't that different from any one who is hurting I bet.we all have to deal with what life throws are way, we must face each and every single day.

I was always a daddy's lil girl n was a mini me to him,i have his long legs, his brown eyes, his beautiful skin,i remember all these memories that I close my eyes,and this is what I see: a dad who was always there,showed me how much he really cared...he was my coach for basketball and attended all my games,it hurts so much I can feel the pain,

two souls

It  is easy to look on the bright side of things when all is well,it is not easy when all of a sudden your life changes and  hard to tellThis life is no longer the one you know  Do not forget the blessing you received and let it showthese are healing things in so many ways

Every day, I hear him. I heard the last words he said to me and feel I am one of the few who was lucky enough to do so. 'I love you, mom.' Yes, those words I hear often. Mostly when I feel pretty down and sad, I hear Tim say those words exactly as he said them the night before he died. For a long time, I felt it was just me bringing those words up.

A Swallow-tail Butterfly Took to the Air… 

Little things. Life is made up of them.In fact, the little stuff can be gigantic. 

Loss is loss.  Loss leaves an agonizing lifetime sting along with a massive void in your heart.  Loss sucks.  In the land of grief there are all different categories of loss.

Grief is a gray cloud that swirls around your ankles. Then it slips insidiously up past your knees to hover around your hips...then, before you know it, it's choking you. You try to breathe but the thickness of that cold gray cloud clogs up your nostrils, your lungs and finds its way down inside to your heart. There it just seems to solidify and take up residence. Damn it. 

I’m not sure where the memory crawled out from, where it’s been hiding all of this time or why it resurfaced at all.