If I only have one more day of life, I want everyone I love to know that, wherever I may be, I will always be there.
Please don’t cry for me, for I used my time wisely. I spent all my time and energy giving you all my love and focus. I did what I could to help others. I sacrificed it all, that you would find a moment of happiness.
I will not go far, my body may not be seen, but my spirit and my love will always be by your side. Know that you are great and I am proud.
To those who have followed any of my journeys, thank you for giving me a piece of your time and, thus, a piece of your life.
One never knows what tomorrow will bring, or even the next moment, but if I shall part this Earth, let me have said my final goodbye.
The mountain was miles high. The person was broke. Broken back, injured knees, shoulder, neck, and arms. With all sorts of nerve damage, all left from the war. The challenge, to get to the top and back down.
The journey was agonizing. The path, steep and rough. So many slips and tears along the way. Midway up the mountain, she could barely take another step. Unwilling to give up, she pushed on.
Her legs collapsed dozens of times. Her arms gave out several times, too. Her mind couldn’t imagine finishing the hike. Her body didn’t feel like it could make it to the top, much less back down. However, her heart could not quit.
No one knows how, but she found herself atop of the World…finally.
She rested. She enjoyed the views and a rock seat next to a beautiful river fall. But, she couldn’t stay there forever. Thus, the journey wasn’t over. Even though the rest was an hour long, it was not sufficient. Time to return. The challenge continued. Down the mountain she went.
Still in pain and with all sorts of muscles failing, this is how she took the hike down.
One slip of a hand, here. One collapse of a leg, there. Arms and legs shook the entire way. She stumbled and slipped many more times. She even twisted her ankles just as much. Hitting a rock with her leg, or up against it with her body, was common.
But, she could not stay in the mountain throughout the night, so she forced herself to keep going, as she imagined herself stumbling down the rocky mountain, hitting trees along the way.
The journey was tough. The destination, amazing. Yet, she found herself in regret, as she realized that she was only half way down. When she had only a fourth of the way to go, she couldn’t believe just how far it still was.
With only a few thousand feet left, she wished to stop, for she couldn’t go on anymore. Then, she still would have to walk on level ground for a half of a mile to the car. In her mind, there was no way she could do it. No way would she, even, make it to the bottom.
A few steps more. This was the last bit. Every step was painful. But, she finally could see the bottom. Would she actually get off the mountain?
As she took her final step off the rocky path, she wondered if she would have to be carried to their parking spot. Point-Six miles, the sign read. That’s about how far the car was away, but not quite.
In victory, she sat. Oh, but it even hurt to sit. She never gave up. No one had to carry her or haul her in an Emergency Vehicle. Though, now, she cannot walk, or even stand, she can stand tall and proud of her achievement.
Who would have ever guessed that this little, broken woman could accomplish such a feat?
There must still be a Soldier in her!
Let no one ever claim she is weak, for she has shown her true strength.
When I started my blog, I started it with a poem I wrote for one of my nephews. Today, I dedicate this birthday poem to all of my nieces and nephews, but I have wrote it for the birthday boy, another of my nephews. In it, his name. Happy Birthday, Babys! (This is not a spelling error: it is what I call them individually and as a whole)
My First Breath
A simple heart that touched my soul…
Nephews and nieces are the breath that first gave me life.
To know my smile, is to know them.
Hours of pain wiped away with one moment with them.
On this day, one celebrates his birth.
Nothing more to say, except: I am who I am, thanks to…
It’s been a long summer. You may have noticed my absence through it all. I’m sorry for leaving you without warning. I will probably not post starting anywhere from late May all the way to as late as early September time frame, on any given year. This is because it is the busiest time of year for me and I find it difficult to set aside the time I need to post. I have still been writing, though, and taking pictures. I am also considering doing reviews on movies and restaurants or other places I visit. If you are still here with me and are ready to see what comes next…Thank You!
Loneliness is but a void that cannot be filled. Surrounded by many, but never fulfilled. Alone in your thoughts; alone in your heart.
When you feel lonely, it is not the absence that drowns you, but the presence that cannot satisfy you.
Maybe, you’re misunderstood. Maybe, you’re different. Perhaps, you simply can’t be pleased, because no one knows what you need. Perhaps, nobody really knows you. Whatever the case, you are left standing alone. You may feel forgotten; you may feel uncared for, or not wanted. Even if you aren’t alone, you feel it so.
You seek what you need, looking forward and back in time, for any glimpse of company. You can’t see it in the present, it was never in the past, but the future may not be any brighter.
The company you wish for, may never be found…unless, you set your sights within.
So, be your own best friend; give yourself the love you crave; praise your own accomplishments. And, when you feel lonely, remember that loneliness is temporary. It might come and go. It might seem to linger forever. It may even be killing you. But, it won’t last.
If none of these words are enough to get you through…there is always someone out there. An angel, a hero (whatever you call it), that can fill that dark hole inside you. If you ever forget who that is, remember those whom truly love you. If you can’t think of any…