My World, My Voice

"You never write about me," he says to me at 3:51 AM. Well I suppose it's true... for the most part I write about more philosophical topics.... but truth be told many of my posts were inspired from conversations I've had with this person. Matt is my best friend, he's the person who continuously challenges me and makes me think about things. Sometimes I think he takes up an opposite opinion just for the sake of taking an opposite opinion. Some things to know about Matt... He's got a near-photographic memory that sometimes makes me nuts. We'll be having a conversation and he'll pop in something I said two years ago word for word and I'll often tell him he's full of it, but really I'm amazed because most of the time he's right. This leads to another of his traits though..... he thinks he's always right. Just so you know Matt.... you're not always right. This is okay though because a lot of the time he is right and when he...

One constant in the world is that the older you get, the more deaths you'll encounter of friends and loved ones. There is also an old saying that people go in three's. This year at least it's been true. I've lost my Grandma in April, one of my dogs in October and now a 30 year family friend two days ago. A part of me is sad for these losses because I can't see their faces or hear their voices any longer. But another part of me is joyous because they have gone back to God and have no more pain, no more illness, no more suffering. I'm also happy because I still carry them in my heart everywhere I go and when I need some words of wisdom or someone to cuddle up against.. I can just think of them and feel their spirit still with me, still loving me. If there is a lesson to be learned from death, it's to appreciate your loved ones while they are here. Show them you love them with your kindness. Tell them you love them with your soft words. And truly, deeply...

My Grandmother passed away today. She was the last of my grandparents. She was a vibrant woman, full of life and always with a smile on her face. I loved her unconditionally and I always will. That is not to say there wasn't pain. My grandma was someone who seemed more worried about what the neighbors thought and what the cousins thought than what her husband, children or grandchildren thought. Possesions were important to her and so were appearances. I remember when Grandpa became ill and needed a walker to be able to get around. She would not permit it. She said he will have to learn to hang onto other things or take her hand for support because a walker is for cripples and the neighbors would talk. And when grandpa died, I had a committment the following Friday that I could not get out of. I asked if the funeral couldn't possibly be on Saturday because I really wanted to attend. But no... that wasn't good enough because Saturday wasn't good for one of the c...