some thoughts ...
it's been a while since I let people know what's up in my life.
mostly 'cause not much has changed.
and I really haven't wanted to talk to people much lately.
the upcoming trip to spread rene's ashes has me thinking alot about life and death lately.
I'm glad that kelli decided to make an open invitation for all of rene's friends.
I kind of felt that there was no closure. I'm hoping that this will give me (and others) that closure.
I've made a new coralarry to my standard rules:
1) Love is not enough
coralarry: all relationships worth having have some aspect of love in them.
death is such a weird dichotomy. those we loved are still with us but they are gone. people go to a better place but we grive their loss.
death comes in her own time. and yet no one is quite ready for it.
so much left un-said, un-done.
the one trip most of us forget to pack for.
and for those of us left behind...
there is no wound deeper than the loss of a loved one.
we heal. we grow. we go on living (not much choice in that).
but the scars are always there.
- and occasionally they bleed.
from rene's passing I learned one thing.
I spent days trying to figure out what to say. all the arguments, disagreements, the weeks of discussions I wanted to have, the coffe, all of it.
and I could only say one thing.
the only thing I could say that meant anything.
"I love you my friend"
so to all my real friends and my family
" I Love You "
(just 'cause I forget to say it, or am too uncomfortable to say it, doesn't mean I don't feel it)
Namastay
mostly 'cause not much has changed.
and I really haven't wanted to talk to people much lately.
the upcoming trip to spread rene's ashes has me thinking alot about life and death lately.
I'm glad that kelli decided to make an open invitation for all of rene's friends.
I kind of felt that there was no closure. I'm hoping that this will give me (and others) that closure.
I've made a new coralarry to my standard rules:
1) Love is not enough
coralarry: all relationships worth having have some aspect of love in them.
death is such a weird dichotomy. those we loved are still with us but they are gone. people go to a better place but we grive their loss.
death comes in her own time. and yet no one is quite ready for it.
so much left un-said, un-done.
the one trip most of us forget to pack for.
and for those of us left behind...
there is no wound deeper than the loss of a loved one.
we heal. we grow. we go on living (not much choice in that).
but the scars are always there.
- and occasionally they bleed.
from rene's passing I learned one thing.
I spent days trying to figure out what to say. all the arguments, disagreements, the weeks of discussions I wanted to have, the coffe, all of it.
and I could only say one thing.
the only thing I could say that meant anything.
"I love you my friend"
so to all my real friends and my family
" I Love You "
(just 'cause I forget to say it, or am too uncomfortable to say it, doesn't mean I don't feel it)
Namastay