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Why do I HAVE to specify a catagory? Why?????? so annoyed at the tblog changes right now. I loath that other people can switch stuff around and I cannot change it back to the layout I had before. Pisses me off. --- Marcus has gone to Prague. Company kick off meeting. I wanted to gowth but wives are not considered part of the deal. It's okay I guess, in the end I get some quiet time to write and stuff and do house work and all that blah blah blah. --- Three of my friends are going through hell. Their parents or a parent is dead and or dying. It seems to strange and surreal to be an observer, helpless on the sidelines while they go through something I have already been through in my life. The desperate sadness and pain of losing a parent no matter how you feel about them is dreadful. I remember telling one of the people at my father's memorial service after he had made some comment on how terrible it was and how sorry he was, that this was life. I told him everyone has to go through this at some point in time and now was just our turn. It is sad and we will mourn but as long as we remember the person who died in our minds and hearts they don't really die. The young man looked at me with astonishment and commented on my ability to cope with this terrible thing. But in the end it was true what I had told him, when it happens it happens and it will happen eventually to everyone because all things die, even stars. It is how we deal with it that marks us and mourning is a right of passage somehow. I feel for my three friends because loss is an ache of a sudden emptiness nothing can fill. It lessens in time but it doesn't ever leave you alone. It catches you at unexpected moments and you cry all over again because that pain you thought was long gone has resurfaced and sometimes without ever knowing why. We go through life like children. We hope for the best and are shocked by the bad things. Yet without these painful, bad times we woudl not kknow what good is. We would not know that we need to treasure every waking moment. That each second we breathe in and out is precious. Time is an elusive thing and it is a precious gift that one can never reclaim once it is gone. These are lessons learned. Since thedeath of my own father I have been acutley aware that every moment counts for something. Even if you sit and think and just think it counts for something. There is no wasted time, there are no wrong turns and bad moves, there are only lessons learned and a road well travelled. I regret nothing. I have never backed away from anything in my life. I face my sorrow and let it wash through me like wind because only then, once I have turned into it do I understand that it is not to be feared , just accepted and only then can I move on. I knew these things as I wept in the dark where no one else could see. that dreaful empty ache that seemed to fill me up and leave a void all at the same time. You just have to allow it to hapen, accept that it is there and then move onward. ---- that being said.... small changes... make me cross. weird isn't it. Until then, be excellent to each other...
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