TOO YOUNG TO DIE - Loss
- THE MEMORY OF MY MOTHER
My mother in the 60's Well, it finally happened. I decided to write about my mother who died when I was eight years old. I actually wrote a screenplay about my life story many years ago and it was so painful...
- A Tribute To My Southern Grandmother
It is hard to describe such a loss on a Sunday morning when my grandmother comes to mind and has silently appeared once again inside my heart when I woke up. When she was alive she would have been in church...
- VIRTUAL DEATH
I know the title of this hub IS a bit "shocking!" Listen, the last thing I want to do is put everyone reading this on a "downer" so please be patient as I explore the "humor" in "Virtual Life and Death" on...
- LOST BOY
It was a long time ago I saw the twinkle in your eye And your wide glowing smile Like as if you knew That you belonged on Angel Avenue. Your highs were high And your lows were low One never knows...
- THE MOTHERLESS MOTHER - Mother's Day Inspirational
The last thing I want from anyone is to be pitied. I spent my whole life trying to keep my chin up and move onto the adult that I have become. I am a very strong person and let me assure you I am also a very...
- MEMORIES OF GEORGIA - My Grandmother
Another day and another hour, thinking of the times in my childhood in the South eating grapes from your vines on that long wooden fence. You were the light in my night and when mom disappeared one day...
- LIFE VS. DEATH
I decided to write about this after an old friend told me that she had experienced death for the very first time and asked me to bring up the discussion on another media site. I really had to think about this...
Feeling It Today.....
I usually write when something pulls or tugs at my heart strings which is often these days. So here I am trying to deal with the emotion of LOSS once again. This subject has never been an easy one for me since I have lost nearly everyone close to me in my family starting with my mothers death when I was eight years old. She was only thirty two years old when she decided to make her exit (not on purpose ofcourse). Once again, too painful to talk about. Lets just move on.
When is it really TOO YOUNG TO DIE? I ask myself this whenever I hear or know someone who has passed. in this case I heard of a former classmate from many years ago that just lost her life to cancer in her mid forties. Nomatter how much I knew the person or not, it still shocks me to lose your life in your forties. Since I am the same age it makes me wonder what her life would have been like in the next 20 years? I mean at this point in my life I feel like I have hit my third act running. I can only imagine what I will accomplish in the next 20 years. I guess when it comes to loss you wonder if they were happy before they went? I think this is the main issue when it comes to death coming early. My father lived to the age of 92 years old so you can say he lived a full and very long life. Was he happy when he passed? I think for the most part he was. Looking back he was afraid of death but when he left I know that he knew he had done the best that he could.
I remember going and taking part in organizing my 20 year highschool reunion in Los Angeles and in a class of about 700 students, I think between 5-10 students had lost their lives. I'm sure there were quite a few we did not know about. I found out of some that I did not know about on a social site many years later. Not sure exactly how they all lost their lives cause we did not call to find out but there was a table there to honor some of them. I read the nice poem that someone set on the memory table and I wondered if they lived full lives until then? Ofcourse drugs played their role in some of the deaths so there was no question about that. But I'm sure quite a few died from other things that were out of their control like disease or accidents. My heart sunk at the thought of it and then I walked into the hall to see a lot of old friends.
I do believe that there are angels among us. As corny as it sounds I have seen them at work. In little ways even when they didn't know that they were doing anything. Do some people on earth receive messages from a higher power? I'm not quite sure, but I am sure that certain people are here to pick up certain signals. I do know quite a few people who are angels in some sort of way. They don't wear wings or white gowns but they have changed peoples lives. I have seen it firsthand and I have experienced it myself and I'm not making this stuff up.
When I heard of this former classmate dying at such a young age, I happened to know what her life was like a few months before. And it was not through her because I did not communicate with her. Just a few exchanges on a social site a while ago. That is it. She was doing what she wanted to do and living life to its fullest because of a certain angel that I know very closely. Someone who just happens to know how to get the signals from heaven even in a low hum. One of the few people in this world that listens very closely. I happened to know that this former classmate who passed was living it up for about four months doing exactly what she wanted to do and having a blast doing it. This has given me great peace so instead of getting sad about the loss I'm happy that she lived her dream.
And now we have come to this place right here at the bottom of my article. Let's think about this quietly and honestly. Are we living our lives to the fullest and are we happy? I can certainly say I am very happy and very blessed. i have made quite a few big changes to get to this place and it has not been easy. There has been a lot of pain and struggles to get where I am. I do feel happy when I help others which I do on a daily basis even if I don't know them. I never go a day without giving to someone and this makes my heart full. So here i am to let you know if you do not feel love every single day, there is something wrong. I feel it every single day in my writing, in my children, in my supportive friendships and from others too. I feel it when I stop by the bench in front of Von's and visit my homeless friend who is in her 60's and a grandmother who lost everything in this economy.
So ask yourself this, what can you do to feel the love? Just reach out to anyone who needs you. Even if it is for a few minutes. Just remember that life needs to be devoured and never taken for granted.
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