They are not friends, they are acquaintances. If you're lucky in this world, when you're old and gray to have one friend by your side is a gift. Treasure it.
I lost my husband of 36 years on February 18, 2017. We were in Florida to attend our daughter's wedding. He went to sleep that night and never woke up. It was his heart. He wasn't feeling well before we went to Florida and I said, "Do you think we should go." he replied, "I need to." No more arguments we went and there he died. I think he knew. He was where he loved and with all the people he loved.
He is still with me. Now I have a spiritual relationship with him. I feel him everywhere. Thank you to all my sisters in this agony of pain for your sharing. Believe it or not, reading those letters, I didn't feel so alone. Close your eyes and remember his loving look he gave you or remember his little kisses and you will feel him.
Until I am united with him once more, I will go on with my life as best as I can. God Bless All of You!
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My boyfriend and I are very far apart, 466 miles to be exact. I live in Kentucky and my soul mate lives in Missouri. It's hard sometimes to never see someone you're madly in love with. I would know. We grew up in California. We do argue at times, but most of it is because of the distance between us, but we have both agreed that we can make it through this together. He is older than me. I am underage for him, which makes our relationship even harder. We only get to call and talk on oovoo. With that being said we also only get talk for only a few minutes because I can’t talk at night, and during the day he has training, which usually lasts around 2-3 hours long. We have faced so many challenges in the short time we have known each other. But we are gonna make it through it all. I believe that our love is strong enough to overcome anything.
The poem is sad, and so are all the comments. I have always believed that the relationships we have in our lives is a two-way street (should be). I know in my personal life I do all the calling and visiting (always have). The only time I hear from my parents is when "they" want something. The phone rings, I answer, and wait for the request. It always comes (even though I never say anything). Yet, when they don't hear from me, it's always, "Why don't you ever call, why don't you visit?" After awhile, as we get older we get tired of doing all the giving. So we slow down. Life changes you. It's a fact and inevitable. Perhaps this is what happened to our parents. Generation after generation it gets passed on. I will admit, however, the world is different today (everyone is selfish and thinks of themselves). Sign of the times? God will judge us all. He is the one we will answer to...in the end. It is your choice to believe that or not. ;)
I have a son that is 38 years old. He's been in prison since 2004 for manslaughter (which he didn't do). He was at the wrong place at the wrong time. They gave him 16 years. We hope that he will be coming home in the next year to year and a half, since his time in prison he missed his father in 2011 and his grandfather passed away a year later in 2012, which was more of a father to him, so as you can see his been to hell and back. His father passed away from Hepatitis, and I just found out about 9 months ago that my son has been using Heroin as well since the passing of his father. This is killing me. My heart is in tiny pieces. I cry myself to sleep almost every night.
I find it hard to imagine others have gone through the same as me. Our son died as a result of the Christchurch earthquake 22.2.11. His death could have been avoided, which is difficult to come to terms with. The property manager was told on numerous occasions to tell his tenants the building was deemed unsafe after the 2010 quake, but he chose to ignore the emails, continued to advise the tenants the building was safe, and collected rent off them. When the February earthquake struck, our son went to run outside the building, opened the door to let his female work colleague out, but the building collapsed and killed him, one week after his 25th birthday. Life has never been the same. To see the pain our daughter is still to this day going through with losing her best friend & brother is the hardest to watch, especially when we are going through our own pain. I stay busy, positive, and cherish memories and times we had spent with him. Each day we just learn to exist without him.
I don't know how you feel, but my parents may split, and I have been having a hard time in life.
I really need your help please. My mom passed away 3 years ago on my dad's birthday, of all days. But to make things even worse, Mom's birthday also falls on Mother's Day this year, May 14th, 2017. I am praying you can help me to write a very heartfelt and loving poem for my Mom. Please help. Donna
I've just found out that my boyfriend still cares about me after posting a picture with a guy friend on Facebook. I love him so much that i wouldn't hurt him intentionally.
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