Too young to go

 Another friend gone this year, too young, too soon.  Each day truly is a gift, tomorrow is never promised.  We do our best to stay healthy and alert so we may continue on this physical and only plane that we currently know.  None of us really know what is on the other side.  We can only hope that we continue somehow some way.  The true sadness for me is knowing this book does end, the chapter of being with my friend, who is now gone, has ended, yes perhaps we will meet again but it will be different.  All is forever changing and that is heartbreaking, for this moment this time will never be again.  So we must love each moment and treasure it for it is forever fleeting.   I love you Tim Craskey, thank you for loving me.  We will miss you so much.  May your soul be free and at peace.  You lived life to your fullest, said yes to everything.  I hate that you left too soon, I am sad for you, for you loved life and your friends.  May our energy always be connected somehow.  Shine on.

Au Revoir Monte Carlo

 As I leave a place of my youth… in a time that was filled with magic, dancing, performing, friends, love and adventure… I say goodbye to her, you have come along way as the saying goes.  Much of you is the same yet different as you simply have grown.  I am proud of you, who you have become, the healing and transformation you had to embrace.  Excited for where you will still go. It was rewarding to return to a time in my life that once gave me joy yet also broke my heart.  I was able to say goodbye and say thank you for all of it.  I do smile with gratitude for it happened. 

Life moves on and we cling to what was, it is bitter sweet how memories linger.  I cherish them yet miss at the same time.  Forever in our cells the never ending goodbyes as we move on creating new memories, oh the life.  It really is a feeling, are their words?  Yes but sometimes just a deep breath is all that is needed.  

Who, if any will ever read these, if you do, you know who you are. Shine on crazy diamond.

Poems of comfort in loss

 As I move through life and try to find my place in understanding the meaning of it all, death and loss and continuing on.  Two poems give great comfort, Death is nothing at all. Do not stand by my grave and weep.  We try to move on with peace and gratitude, do all our things to clean the path as we walk on.  The simple answer for me though is death shows us love and love is all we have, love is what we leave behind as we blow in the wind.