If only we could turn back time, take back the day we said goodbye, maybe your heart would still be mine, my love, if only.
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It’s been a rough couple of weeks. Thank you to my friends for holding space for me to cry, panic, feel angry, feel everything. I love all of you. I am reminding myself this everyday. In my head, this is what I’m saying to him. #goodbye#growingpains
: Goodbye Couty :
So this morning we had to make a really hard decision, we had to say goodbye to our boy Scout. °
For those asking: Scout had a pretty massive tumor on his back hip. The doctor told us that it felt like it was growing into his muscle which was probably causing him pain. She said we could try surgery but she said since his bowls were starting to fail it seems the sickness was spreading and surgery wouldn't have done much. We decided it waa better for him to just be relieved now so he can avoid further pain.
We're devastated. Some people can't understand. Scout came to us when we were 21 & 22. We were so young and totally immature/naive. He really helped us grow up. He helped us become the people we are today which made us feel somewhat ready to be parents to Emilia. He was the best dog we ever had. He was so smart and full of attitude. My entire family is sad. He really was a part of our family in the most genuine and loving way. °
All day I've looked over at his corner and expected to see him, but he wasn't there. I'm sad but ultimately it was the best for him. The entire time he had the look in his eyes that screaned he was ready. That he was tired... So damn tired.
Please refrain from sending me messages telling me i shouldn't be sad. That "it's not like i lost a child" because tbh, to me, it is. He was also my child in a way and I'm grieving. I'm sad and I'm allowed to be.
This loss has been tough, I’m so thankful that my grandparents have taught their kids,grandkids, great grandkids and their one great great grandkids the meaning of God, family and love! We are all pulling together to stay strong and lean on each other smile, laugh and remember every little thing she has done for us from her tissue under her watch to her soft gentle touch when she held our hands. I love you and I know you are dancing and rejoicing that you have finally made it and no more suffering and no more hurting! I love you and I know my life must continue to be the best of man as I can be so that I may hold your hand again. I miss you already so much and it hurts to try and let go but i know that’s not you lying there just your body! #goodbye
Fair winds, sweet girl.
My moms rescue miracle, Roxy, passed suddenly a little bit ago. With my parents, she lived a life well loved and cared for. She was the sweetest girl who also happened to be the buzz around Buckhead, Georgia. She was a star. A showstopper. I’m so sorry you lost your girl, Momma. I wish I could make the pain go away. So much loss lately, so much change. #bulldog#love#loss#life#goodbye#rip
Hiraeth is the homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past.
When this day happened I arrived and stood in the spot where for almost 30 years I was greeted by the enveloping comfort of being home. But this time I stood silently and so still I could feel each single tear slide gently down my cheeks. My body ached to walk up those steps and burst through the door afterschool to be welcomed by the scent of pinesol and laundry mixed with momma's perfume as she prepared dinner for a family of five. In that moment I grieved a family that had fallen apart; it wasn't so much the walls that weren't standing anymore, but it was the part of me that for all these years had held onto a hope that our little family could have been restored. Carrying a guilt that my illness tore us apart and hurtled us into the arms of different ways of coping that destroyed us. I had held on so tightly I even tried to recreate it and failed miserably in my first marriage, which only added to the hurts that were buried deep in the pit of that house.
And then I turned away; thanking her for the good and leaving the rest to lie in the rubble, because it was time to release all that I had held inside in this place. And I imagine there's a little girl that broke free and finally felt the weight of holding those walls up lift off of her shoulders and I hope she is able to see the joy that lived there too and that I honor that in the building of a new home.
[1/2] All that talk of living an extraordinary life has got feeling like I’m locked in a choke hold... That damn pressure to do what? What exactly is it that we qualify as an extraordinary life?
According to media, it looks like a pixel perfect shot at an improbably beautiful location, with hearts streaming across the feed, and probably an offer that tells you that you, too, can lead an extraordinary life for the small cost of $99. May not happen overnight, but at least in the next 6 months or money back guaranteed. •
Good thing there are trees that have lived hundreds of years to tell a different story - of slow, humble progress;
inch by inch,
going deep first, only then reaching high. Building a stable foundation before building a grand empire, or forest in this case.
No rush in the world.
No pressure to be something they’re not.
That’s why I go to the woods. One of the reasons anyhow.
For a reality check - to gain perspective on the narrative I hear pressed against my ear.
You only have one life! Make it extraordinary. It’s short.
I’ve had cancer twice and though I prefer not to wear it as a batch of honour, I will pull that card right now to yell, in anger, at a world that measures the quality of one’s life against the quantity of followers, likes, and shares. •
And yes, you’re right - none of this really has anything to do with what I’m observing on the outside. There are many people who use social media in a conscious, uplifting, healthy way to spread important messages. I used to think I was one of them.
But then I haven’t been able to get myself out of this choke hold, nor shake the pressure, which tells me that it has everything to do with what I feel tossing and turning on the inside. •
The guilt of not doing more, though I have no clue what else I’m to do - to prove that I am worthy of existence, that I belong, even though I play a rather insignificant role in the great scheme of things.
The shame of “playing small” - though I’m doing everything in my power to learn how to take up more space, speak louder and with more confidence....
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Good Bye New Zealand 👋🏼
I am still overwhelmed by all your messages and comments about my last posting. So happy about all the positive vibes. I am not going to lie. I was quite scared and nervous about it and now I am beyond happy that so many supported me! You are the best ❤️💚💙💜💛🧡
Yesterday was such an exciting day that I totally forgot to say thank you New Zealand! The past weeks were amazing and I can’t wait to come back one day 😍