Such an innocuous phrase yet so all-encompassing. Continue reading “Life Will Never Be The Same Again”
Dedicated to all of us, for we all suffer the pain of loss and our internal stories of regret.
First birthday. A time of joy and cake A time of presents more for the adults than the children who are entranced by boxes, crinkly paper, balloons, ribbons and sounds A time to remember and celebrate From the first smiles to out loud giggles From rolling and crawling to the first faltering steps to running at breakneck speeds But then time slips by... And the past becomes a shadow Hugs that are but memories Snuggles that are missed Laughter and wonder that have faded Photographs, videos, doodles, drawings, writings and cards are our time capsules Snippets of moments some beautiful, some enchanting, some upsetting Providing ways to observe the changes and take note of who this person is becoming Messages from tiny scratchings on various media to live video and artwork drawn with care giving us a clue into the heart, mind and soul of others And a memory, song, place, smell, and story can catapult us back... to where we can experience and re-live how we felt the joys we felt the smiles we shared the hearts that were joined in an unending symphony of gratitude Here's to dreams -- fulfilled and unfulfilled to joy and wonder -- experienced and shared And as we remember our grief amid the whirlwind of loss may friends surround us keep us hear and listen to us So that they too may know who once walked this world who once discovered a smile in the simplest of things who once shared a secret or message shining light into even the darkest crags And with that... help ease the loss Quell the regrets And focus on the blessings and lessons imparted by their presence in our life
Although it can be applied to anyone who has experienced a personal loss, this article helps those who have lost a child express themselves and aids others in understanding their loss. Whether mother, father, son, daughter, family or friend, grief strikes us where we are most vulnerable.
Please read with care…and understanding. Give a hug to those who are close and to those who have lost…
“Life is a fragment, a moment between two eternities, influenced by all that has preceded, and to influence all that follows. The only way to illumine it is by extent of view.” (William Ellery Channing)
Taking a few moments out of the day I randomly picked a local town to visit: Enon NC. On my way to and from there, I noticed a sign for “Old US 421 River Park” just inside the Forsyth County line. This is a small park set on the bank of the Yadkin River and it features a few picnic tables, a couple of swings, a horseshoe pit and lots of area to just throw down a blanket and relax. The concrete pathway, however, caught my attention since it rolled down to the river.
Reading the sign posted by the walkway, this access point is a great jump off place to canoe, kayak or raft with egress at the Tanglewood Park Access. For the avid water seeker, this is a journey of 5.5-8 hours on a 15.7 mile stretch of the Yadkin River.
And yes, those are my shoes on a rail. Continue reading “Precarious”