And the Christians, the Jews, the Muslims, the Atheists, the Scientologists, the Wiccans, and the Agnostic, all find themselves saying, “They’re watching over me in Heaven,” when a loved one is lost. Because you can live your life swearing there’s no heaven and no hell, but when someone you love dies, you’ll never accept that they’re simply ‘in the ground’. 

So this one time, at the house across the lagoon from me, this girl fell asleep on a raft that was tied to the dock, and he friends untied it and watched it float out a little and then threw pieces of bread at her and took pictures of the flock of seagulls that came and pecked food off of her

I gave you all my heart

Now I’m all alone 

Lost the one who gave me warmth

Now my blood is cold 

Ripped me into pieces 

Blew away the scraps 

I’m all alone now

I don’t even have myself. 

Totally random, but I just have to say how unexplainable and overwhelming my love for my dog is. I look at his gentle fury face, with his big ole eyes, and I just melt by how sweet his heart is. Dog truly is mans best friend. Dogs have souls. I know it.

I wish I could see what the Doctor and Rose’s life in their alternate universe is like

Today, Fritz and I went to pick up Taz from getting fixed, and the little fellow was so out of it and walking like he downed a bottle of Tequila lol it was so cute

If I’m thinner than you, and I say I’m fat, that does not mean I think you are obese. With disordered eating comes disordered thinking. I may be thinner than you, but I don’t know that. I don’t see what you see. 

When someone dies, in the midst of grieving, you need to empty their fridge, and go through their dirty laundry. You don’t want to move their slippers from next to ‘their chair’ in the living room, in case they come home, even though you know they never will. Suddenly, every piece of junk laying around the house becomes sentimental; an old receipt from a gas station seems special, and the book they never got to finish reading gains immeasurable value. You can’t bring yourself to throw things away, because the less of a person is left behind, the more real it becomes that they’re gone. The mother of one of the infamous serial killer, Ted Bundy’s, victims, left all of her daughters belongings exactly as they had be the day she disappeared. Her car left in the driveway, untouched, her clothes and possessions in her room left as is. Until the day the mother herself died, she left her daughters things the way her daughter had left them, somehow making the idea that she wasn’t really gone feel possible. We hold on to these materialistic memories, and depend on them for a connection with the lost. We forget that the closest our lost loved ones are to us, is within our hearts. The impact a person made on the world never fades away. The ones we love are eternally, internally with us. We never truly ‘lose’ someone we love. Even if we empty their fridge and throw out their junk mail. A soul is never simply ‘lost’.

Dealing with Loss

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This past week and a half, I haven’t spent much mind on this blog. It feels as though I have been in limbo, and I’m now drifting back down to reality; slowly but surely. Last Tuesday, my grandpa had a heart attack. He’s had good health throughout his life, and has been much more active than your typical 80-something-year-old. Just days before his heart attack, he was at the tracks, and days before that, enjoying himself in Atlantic City. I, in a sense, felt as though my grandpa would live forever. 

Though he was healthy for the most part, previous years of smoking had left my grandpa with Emphysema. His recent, sudden heart attack made breathing a great challenge, and his doctors put a tube down my grandpa’s throat to help him breath. For days, my grandpa was sedated and asleep. Every time the doctors tried to lower his sedation, he would act up because of the tube. As such a lively man, who feeds the skunks and squirrels, stray cats and birds in his backyard everyday, and has been having habitual ‘poker night’s’ with his pals for decades, lying unconcious in a hospital bed, having a machine breathe for him, is something my grandpa would not consider ‘living’. 

After nearly two weeks, my dad and uncle decided to remove the breathing tube. “It’s in God’s hands,” is the way we saw it. After much prayer and discussion, their decision was final, and doctors removed the tube yesterday afternoon. My grandpa breathed on his own for ten hours, and my dad stayed with him, talking to him, kissing him, and holding his hand, until his heart slowed down, and he eventually took his last breath. He went peacefully, and my dad continued to stay by his side for nearly an hour after he passed. Seeing my dad in pain is one of the most heart-wrenching feelings. 

It’s hard to lose someone you love, especially someone who has been with you for your entire life. A friend of mine lost her mother this week, as well. I can’t imagine the pain of losing a parent, and the thought alone makes me feel ill. But death isn’t the end, and a love that may no longer be tangible is still within your heart. I’m comforting myself by avoiding the thought of ‘I’ll never speak to my grandpa again,’ and replacing it with, ‘I’ll talk, and he’ll be listening.’ 

I have always loved the quote, “Our fingerprints never fade from the lives we touch.” It reminds me that nobody is ever truly ‘gone’. My grandpa is still with me, and my friends mom is still with her. Memories don’t fade, because each and every moment has made your life the way it is today. Those fingerprints are always among you, and you can always put your hand against them, and feel the love that has touched you. 

What if there was a not-so-pretty Disney princess and a beautiful villain?

Hmm

My grandpa is like Snow White. Every day, he goes in his yard and feeds the squirrels, the skunks, the birds, and the stray kittens that roam around his property. His kitchen table is covered with a spread of foods arranged by which animals they go too. He buys cat food, but doesn’t have a cat. He leaves water bowls out, and he visits with the animals and sets up their food underneath the shade of the roof so they know where to go when the weather is rough. Not only will I miss my Pop, but so will the dozens of animals that have grown to love him.

It’s not wise to carry an exposed wad of cash around a city, so we keep our money closed securely in a wallet, in a pocket or a purse. Either way, people still get mugged. We can take all proper precautions to protect ourselves, but a criminal will find a way to commit their crime. And when a thief steals your money, the thief is at fault, regardless of whether you were waving $100 bills around, or had your money securely tucked away, where it wasn’t easily accessible. There is a thief, and a victim.

It’s not wise to walk around inebriated and dressed provocatively, so we try to avoid putting ourselves in vulnerable situations. But either way, people are going to get raped. We can carry pepper spray and not talk to strangers, but a rapist is going to rape. And when your body is invaded, when you are sexually handled without giving your consent, you are being raped. Whether you are quietly tucked away in your bed and an intruder crawls through an unlocked window, or you are confidently strutting down an alleyway in a tight dress and four-inch heels; if someone forces you into a sexual act, they are a rapist.

Just like the mugger, a thief for taking what wasn’t theirs, the rapist, too, is a criminal.

There is always a victim and a criminal; not an innocent person who simply gave someone ‘what they had coming’ to them.

There are robbers, and then the robbed. There are rapists, and those who have been raped.

There is guilty, and then there is innocent. It’s as simple as that.

There is only ever one side at fault, and it’s NEVER the VICTIM.

If you ask for something and the owner says no, then taking it anyway is stealing.

If you take something without asking the owner, it’s stealing.

If you ask someone to have sex, and they say no, doing it anyway is rape.

If you have sex with someone without asking if that’s what they want, it’s rape.

If you steal, you’re a thief.
If you rape, you’re a rapist.

If you don’t understand this, you’re stupid.