A Huge Thank-You to Bloggers and Friends


A Huge Thank-You to Bloggers and Friends

I am guilty of taking too much time to express my feelings to all of you, but tonight I swallowed hard and took a deep breath.

And now I want to take just a moment to tell each of you how very precious you are. The cards and gifts poured in from all over the world on behalf of my brother’s passing.

To Joy who went all the way to Atlanta, Georgia to have a photo taken with the life-sized Coca Cola…

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A Huge Thank-You to Bloggers and Friends


I am guilty of taking too much time to express my feelings to all of you, but tonight I swallowed hard and took a deep breath.

And now I want to take just a moment to tell each of you how very precious you are. The cards and gifts poured in from all over the world on behalf of my brother’s passing.

To Joy who went all the way to Atlanta, Georgia to have a photo taken with the life-sized Coca Cola bear I thank-you. Seeing Al’s photos among the framed pictures you sent me touched me deep inside.

To Al who sent the Coca Cola flag and wrote me the precious poem for Al. The poem was read at Al’s funeral and the flag graced his casket.

Flowers that were sent, many, many cards were delivered to my mailbox daily. Even after I returned home from my daughter’s home there were still lots of cards awaiting to be opened.

For those who sent monetary gifts, thank-you. MSA T-shirts, MSA bears, no one ever has made me feel so special as all of you did. I want you to know that in March of this year I have been blogging for two years. I had never dreamed I would have acquired so many friends, but the best gift of all was you were no longer my friends. You turned into a part of my family. You allowed me to share my love for my brother with you on a daily basis. You never complained. You let me cry, smile, sometimes bitch and moan and you always stayed by my side.

So for all of this, I thank-you from the bottom of my heart. Al is up in heaven looking down on all of you and he knows without a doubt that friendship is real when I have you in my life.

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Daily Prompt; Toot Your Horn/ The Daily Post


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Most of us are excellent at being self-deprecating, and are not so good at the opposite. Tell us your favorite thing about yourself.

When I was a young child, one of the biggest sayings that was repeated to me daily was, you are to be seen and not heard. Now it is the total opposite, speak about yourself.

How does one take something embedded in their mind and turn it around full circle? This is a very difficult task for me. All I have to go on is the numerous comments that I have heard.

I am beginning as a toddler beginning to walk, to accept these comments as truth. Now please do not misunderstand me. It isn’t that I don’t believe what YOU are saying about me. It is ME being able to believe it about myself.

Growing up and realizing that my duty as a female was to get married and have children. Check on this, I completed this task. Did the marriage last? No it did not. My children are still in my life though, as far as I am concerned. LOL I have had many issues with the self accepting the fact that my children do not look at me as they once did. I thought it was a forever fairy tale thing. Kids always wanting to be close to mom, but alas, they grow up and build their own worlds.

I  believe that through my own disappointments and suffering in my own life, I have become who I am today. I can quickly feel another souls pain and searching for someone who cares. I feel like I am very sensitive to others needs. I may not always be able to help in ways that one wishes I could or would, but it doesn’t mean my heart is not there.

The word compassion is;Compassion is the virtue of empathy for the suffering of others. Empathy is something that I have developed and toned. I was not born with it. We are born with sponges waiting to be soaked up with information. We are taught to believe what has been ingrained in our heads.

It is our duty as a human to walk paths of life and find the point of where we fit in and feel comfortable with our own skin. We take a part of our past and mix it with our own maturity and hopefully we have in the end molded a statue of uniqueness and beauty.

It has felt so odd to speak of me in this manner. It is like taking the floor yesterday at the care plan meeting. All eyes were on me as all eyes are searching my words now. With the  help of you and God leading me by the hand, I believe in my place on this earth I carry compassion and empathy. Please do not think I am tooting my own horn. I am definitely not. My mother would say that I am bragging about myself and my father would shake his head and walk a way, but for you my blogging friends, I think you understand exactly what I am saying and where I am coming from.