Tuesday, November 30, 2010





I miss my friend.  I'm sad for the loss of that life. With the gift of my children and the passing of others, I didn't have the time or the energy to see him through his grief. I knew that was suppose to be his road and I stepped away from it all. I wasn't the only one who did and for whatever reason I could not bring myself to slap him back into reality.
Like a lot of other people I watched from a distance as his life went it's way and mine went the other. There were struggles and times when I knew my life would be different if we didn't change so much. The person I knew and the kid I remember wasn't the shell of a man I passed on the road.
Loving life is being able to take the good with the bad, he was given more bad then good and I hate to know that he walked that alone most of the time. My instict to draw him in and give him, or any other person time to heal and know that if nobody else cares, I do. I live this way, I give that energy because there will be a time when I will need that back.
I know I'm not here for myself, I know this world and my place in it will never be easily understood, but I do what I can to show the world compassion and show my children that being humble and sharing simple acts of kindness isn't above anyone.