Yesterday, on Facebook, a widowed friend of mine posted that she will be thinking of all of her widowed friends today. After that initial post, the widowed friends jumped on board wishing each other well, encouraging each other in ways that no one else could. Now, that's love.
Another friend of mine posted this: "Remember this: Saint Valentine's legend is that he encouraged his
Christian brothers and sisters while they were being persecuted by
sending a message of love to them, even while imprisoned. Valentine's
day should be remembered as a day of caring and encouraging one another,
not worrying about being single or with a lover. I challenge you today
to reach out to that person you know is struggling in life and encourage
them today in the Spirit of St. Valentine.... ♥"
On this Valentine's Day, I'm remembering the love I shared with Mike. I'm also reminding myself that there's still a lot of that left over for others.
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
The Notebook
No, not the movie.
I carried one around for months. I just found it tucked away in a drawer, and I must say...it's a good thing I had it at the very beginning because I didn't know my own name...never mind who I talked to about the life insurance.
I do remember thinking that I just couldn't hold onto any information. Nothing. Nada. That notebook went with me everywhere and seemed, at times, to be an extension of my arm.
In that notebook, I wrote down a couple of things:
Sam e
Vitamin B
Vitamin D
These were the things my counselor thought would be a good addition to my depleted body. When I look back on that time, these few little "natural" pills made a lot of sense. They certainly weren't a cure-all for that intense pain, but they were more of a support for my brain. And let's face it, when you're dealing with that kind of pain, you need all the support you can get.
I carried one around for months. I just found it tucked away in a drawer, and I must say...it's a good thing I had it at the very beginning because I didn't know my own name...never mind who I talked to about the life insurance.
I do remember thinking that I just couldn't hold onto any information. Nothing. Nada. That notebook went with me everywhere and seemed, at times, to be an extension of my arm.
In that notebook, I wrote down a couple of things:
Sam e
Vitamin B
Vitamin D
These were the things my counselor thought would be a good addition to my depleted body. When I look back on that time, these few little "natural" pills made a lot of sense. They certainly weren't a cure-all for that intense pain, but they were more of a support for my brain. And let's face it, when you're dealing with that kind of pain, you need all the support you can get.
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