A Really Sad Reminder That Life Does Not Last Forever…

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A Really Sad Reminder That Life Does Not Last Forever…

In the last 2 months I have lost 2 friends from high school.  I wouldn’t say either were close friends now, but back in high school they were in my larger circle of friends.  The latest friend to die was a girl named Tonya (name changed for privacy reasons) and her death has hit me fairly hard.  When I was in high school my mom’s company did business with her mom and dad so she and I would talk here-n-there between classes and had kept in touch via Facebook.

She was a kind person who would often comment on my blog and/or FB posts with words of encouragement and always seemed interested in how I was doing as I dealt with the impacts of MS.  She leaves behind a husband and 3 daughters ages 10, 13 and 17.

She was in relatively good health and went to bed one evening and died in her sleep.  I cannot imagine how her family is feeling at this point and attempting to imagine their position leaves me feeling empty and incredibly sad.

I guess if you must die now that is about as peaceful a way to go as any other.

Tonya was my age and it is hard for me to accept I have gotten to the point in life when my friends are beginning to die.  In a way it forces me to contemplate my own mortality.  What have I done with my life?  Am I wasting the time I have remaining?  Am I spending enough time with my family?  But more than these questions, I have been sad.  And the sadness I feel is real and subtle.  It isn’t a crying my eyes out sadness, but a foundational sadness, a tangible shaking in my soul, quiet type sadness.  It is hard to explain, but it has disturbed my complacency.

This coming week Evelina and I will attend her funeral and I will see many friends from high school.  Her family will bury her and life will begin to move again.  Her husband will return to work eventually, her kids will return to school and life will continue on; minus a husband and a mom.  The reality is their life will never be the same.  October 31st will always have a different meaning.  It will be sad in many ways.  It will bring about happy memories.  But life will never, ever be the same.

One day I hope someone has good things to say about me.  It is difficult for me to imagine not being alive, but I understand there will come a day when all of my questions about the after-life will be answered.

I would prefer the after-life continue to be a mystery for many years to come.

Danny

I had this in half yearly exam paper, but this is something that needs notice.

Believe

Yesterday I had my english paper and one of the comprehension passages, brought to my notice this thing that is to be known if you havn’t yet. I have writen down the passage that came in my paper word by word and attached the concerned video. Please have a look.

“I took photographs, and Paul recorded video. As the bear approached the empty fuel drums looking for food, I could hear my colleages sobbing.
When Paul posted the video on Instagram, he wrote, ‘This is what starvation looks like.’ He pointed our that scientists suspect polar bears will be driven to extinction in the next century. He wondered whether the global popularion of 25,000 polar bears would die the way this bear was dying. He urged people to do everything they could do to reduce their carbon footprint and prevent this from happening. But he did not say that this…

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On dying alone in deep ocean waters.

Lucky Otters Haven

I was browsing nature videos on Youtube the other night, and I stumbled on the below video.  I watched the entire thing, and was simultaneously fascinated and horrified.    The footage of this 22 year old diving instructor (who should have known better than to scuba dive in one of the most dangerous diving locations on the planet without the proper equipment or with a diving partner) falling to his death on the ocean floor is incredibly scary and heartbreaking.   TRIGGER WARNING:  If you are bothered by footage of actual deaths in progress, I don’t recommend watching this video.

On April 28, 2000, Yuri Lipski, a 22 year old Russian diving instructor, decided to dive in the (in)famous (but very popular) Blue Hole off the coast of Egypt, in the Red Sea.   It was his last dive.   Because the entire dive, including his death, was recorded on camera, he…

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A hug for Saraa…

Cyranny's Cove

Dear Lovelies,

Today I break my blogging-pause silence for a good reason. Not a happy one, but something worth a mention…

As you all know, blogging is about sharing thoughts and stories, but it is much more than that. The Bloggosphere is a community, and a place we come to when we need some support.

This morning, terrible news awaited me when I turned on my tablet.

You might already know Saraa, from It’s me Saraa. If not, you should really get to know the bubbly, witty, sweeter than sugar girl! This bright young woman always manages to put a smile on my face, but not today.

To make a long story short, Saraa’s little brother took his life yesterday. Knowing how important family is to her, I can hardly imagine how painful it is to go through life for her at this moment.

So if you have…

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Memorial Day Is Absolutely More Than a 3-Day Weekend

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Today is Memorial Day in the United States and it is hitting me this year that this day is more than a 3-day weekend.  Today is a day to honor those who have given the ultimate sacrifice for freedom.  I have no words to express my gratitude, after all, how can you ever repay someone for giving their life?

To those who have died serving our great country I say “Thank you.”

Tribute – #HumboltStrong

Being Lydia!

On Friday, April 6th, the Humboldt Broncos hockey team set out in a bus bound for a playoff game in another small Saskatchewan (Canada) community. It was a routine trip for them and their driver, who had been bussing junior hockey league teams around for many years.

However, this trip would be like no other. It would end in tragedy of a magnitude so high the whole country is still reeling over a week later. The bus collided with a fully loaded semi truck killing 16 of the 30 people on the bus and injuring everyone else. The exact cause of the accident has not been determined as yet, though they are looking at the fact the truck driver had only been on the job a few weeks.

To make matters worse, because most of the players were between the ages of 16 and twenty and had dyed their hair blonde…

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When Did I Become the Old Guy?

Danny

When Did I Become the Old Guy?

There is the funny thing that I have noticed in my life lately: youngsters are calling me “sir”.  Now some might be shocked that I have been around young people who have manners, but that isn’t my point.  I can’t believe I’ve gotten to a place where I’m not viewed as being young by someone who is young.

You see, in my mind I still view myself as an energetic 28-year-old.  Barring a few aches and pains I see myself as being instantly ready for full-court basketball.  Or possibly a wrestling match.  Or even 54 holes of golf.  I’m ready to conquer the world.  Jump in a car at any moment for a last-minute road trip.

And then my mental self-image is crushed with a “Thank you sir.”  or “Sir, would you like XXX.”

And it is at that moment that my mind begins to compare and it is in that moment that the comparison falls woefully short.  I am no longer 28 years old.  I can no longer play 54 holes of golf in one day.  I cannot play full-court basketball.  And I’m okay with that.  I’ve adjusted over the years to my life and I have peace with my life and where it is headed.

I guess it is a little difficult to admit that I am no longer young and cannot do the things I did in my youth.  I don’t have a problem with not being young so why does it sting a little to be called “sir”?

“It takes a long time to become young.”  Pablo Picasso