Love.
What is love? I've questioned this so many times before. I use to take love forgranted. You treat the ones you love most with far less caution and care than you would a friend who is more of an acqaintance. You know that the ones who truly and unconditionally love you will be there, no matter what. So what happens when the ones you love aren't there anymore? Now that is the scary part.
Death.
I've been faced with the near possibility of death. Not me personally though. Death does not scare me. Maybe it is my belief that there is a higher place. Or maybe it is simply knowing that we all go sooner or later. We just hope that it is later. I'm not freightened by death. I am scared about the aftermath... Forgetting things, afraid that remembering will cause me pain like it does now. Why does remembering happy things make me sad? Why am I missing her even though she isn't gone yet?
Home.
I guess I long for that hug... you know the kind. The one where you feel comforted and loved and there are no worries. Or those worries dissappear for a moment in time. Maybe it doesn't exist anymore... but it use to.
Thank God for my friends. They have made me face things and hear things when I did not necessarily want to hear them. They have kept me grounded. So, with my feet firmly planted on this ground, I guess I will go face the inevitable. It's time...
Time to go home.
What is love? I've questioned this so many times before. I use to take love forgranted. You treat the ones you love most with far less caution and care than you would a friend who is more of an acqaintance. You know that the ones who truly and unconditionally love you will be there, no matter what. So what happens when the ones you love aren't there anymore? Now that is the scary part.
Death.
I've been faced with the near possibility of death. Not me personally though. Death does not scare me. Maybe it is my belief that there is a higher place. Or maybe it is simply knowing that we all go sooner or later. We just hope that it is later. I'm not freightened by death. I am scared about the aftermath... Forgetting things, afraid that remembering will cause me pain like it does now. Why does remembering happy things make me sad? Why am I missing her even though she isn't gone yet?
Home.
I guess I long for that hug... you know the kind. The one where you feel comforted and loved and there are no worries. Or those worries dissappear for a moment in time. Maybe it doesn't exist anymore... but it use to.
Thank God for my friends. They have made me face things and hear things when I did not necessarily want to hear them. They have kept me grounded. So, with my feet firmly planted on this ground, I guess I will go face the inevitable. It's time...
Time to go home.
posted by Jenn & John at 1:14 PM
1 Comments:
You most certainly don't take love for granted. Often the people we love are the people we in fact spend the most time with, and though yes, sometimes we may feel like we're not giving those people the attention we or they think they deserve, we do it because we know that they UNDERSTAND, and if there truly is love there, then they will understand, so it's cool. LOVE=ACCEPTING PEOPLE FOR WHO THEY ARE, no matter what it is wrong with them.
We are all afraid of death, of other people passing, a lot of the times for selfish reasons. Yes, of course we are going to feel hurt that this person is not in our life anymore. We are sad they are not going to be there... or in certain situations, we are sad that they passed in an uneasy manner, because of the suffering they are experiencing. But we cry when we remember the good times, because we know WE won't be having those times anymore. It is OUR loss... whatever we got from those relationships, i.e., mental/emotional support, love, whatever, WE (meaning the singular) will not have that any more, and we're feeling the withdrawal from it.
You are missing her, because the life you remember her the most from, (the life you had with her when you remember that person for being the TRUE person they are that you remember and love and cherish) is dead. That part of that person's and your life is gone. That is what you miss.
Whatever happens Jenn... and I know that it sounds really lame especially in a blog post, but whatever the case... even if you don't think it, everything will in fact turn out fine. You are an eminenty strong women, who can conquer WHATEVER it is you need to if you choose to conquer it. In fact, if you remember we were talking about my grandmother the other day, and about how strong a woman she was. You remind me very much of her, you really do.
You will always have my friendship, whenever you need it.. .whatever the situation....
AS
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