I am so glad to be back from a very sad and hellish three-week tour of funerals. The number is up to 14 in two and a half years. I just got back from my grandma's funeral and then flew to see my sick dad and help take care of him. He died a week and a half later, but I was grateful to be at his side and help him with his discomfort. I guess my favorite aunt is ready to meet her maker soon. I know that growing old and dieing is a natural part of life, yet it is hard to see loved ones die. I can remember helping with my grandfather when he was ill, and I was only 13. That experience made me want to help our senior citizens. They do not get enough respect here in the United States, nor do our veterans.

I still believe in the saying, "With age comes wisdom" and a lot of aches and pains. Also, "That which does not kill you only makes you stronger."

I hope everyone else has had some good times these past three weeks. Never take anyone for granted! I was also sorry to hear about DD and the other unfortunate happenings in the community. I wish LE would target rapists, murderers, child abusers and terrorists more than us.

Hugs,
Ciara

I'm sorry for your loss, Ciara.  Take care,time heals.

Hi Ciara,

I'm so sorry for your loss and what you have been going through. Your words are powerful and have much meaning.  I hope you can find some peace of mind.



My Best,

Bordello

The strange thing is that when my father died, we had placed a dream catcher (drum style) behind his bed (because he was part Native-American), and a shadow of his profile appeared next to it. I swear to God! We all looked up and were shaking in disbelief. I guess my father wanted us to know that he had safely passed onto the spirit world and is now flying high with eagles.

Hugs,
Ciara