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Old June 15th, 2012, 10:42
cal821 cal821 is offline
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"When someone we love dies, it seems as if time stands still. And silence... a quiet sadness... often can be felt, not just heard, a longing for one more day... one more word... one more touch... And we may not understand why God chose to have our loved one leave this earth so soon, or why they had to leave before we were ready to say goodbye, but little by little, we will begin to remember not just that they died, but that they lived. And that their life gave us memories too beautiful to forget. We will see them again someday, in a heavenly place where there is no parting. A place where there are no words that mean goodbye."

Get out of the Boat
"Just thinking outloud "

I see the look in your eyes-that look caused by unimaginable pressure and grief, that look caused by helplessness and hopelessness, that look caused by incessantly rowing a boat that isn't going anywhere. I see the look because I know the feeling.

Get out of the boat.

Days and days I felt (and feel) like I was rowing a rickety boat across an ocean of sticky muck. And, no matter how hard I pulled, it kept sucking me in.

Deep down I knew if anything was going to change, I had to get out of the boat. You have to get out of your boat. Granted, there is a sense of security in the boat. After all, it seems solid, gives at least some protection at times, and seems to be moving, even if only in a circle.

But what I thought was security was actually an anchor pulling me to the depths, robbing me of confidence and love and health.

Get out of the boat, I told myself. Just step out.

Of course when you do, you feel exhilarated for an instant, 'til you realize you've been in the boat so long you've forgotten how to swim. The muck is still all around you and now you don't even have a boat to keep you dry.

Swim.... Swim hard. Get to solid ground. For many, familiar beacons on shore from the past no longer offer any help and disappear. For the first time, you're swimming in new territory. But swim you must.

Get out of your boat.
Find solid ground.
Trust yourself. Trust others.
It will be all right. I promise.

Thank you for taking time to read my rambling thoughts.

I wish you hope and peace on your journey

Memory can only tell us what we were,
in the company of those we loved;
it cannot help us find what each of us, alone, must now become.
Yet no person is really alone;
those who live no more echo still within our thoughts and words,
and what they did has become woven into what we are.

I wish you peace and a level path on your journey...

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