Sunday, August 26, 2012
Saturday, August 25, 2012
Friday, August 24, 2012
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
Monday, August 20, 2012
Sunday, August 19, 2012
Saturday, August 18, 2012
"Put a smile on your face!"
It was said to me as I walked down the street, heading back home after a long evening of spilling our hearts out to each other. My new favorite friend was honest, she told me some saying about secrets I can no longer remember, but the idea remains in my heart. I appreciate her, and her sweet smile, and open arms. I see us growing through each other.
"Oh, it's here!"
and I smile, and he laughs. And I keep walking down the street, up the hill, turn right. I see my lovely four legged friend through our window, and I am reminded that of all the company I could have in the world, my nights are best spent snuggled up by my canine.
I am smiling. Thank you, stranger, for your therapeutic smile.
Saturday, August 11, 2012
Tuesday, August 7, 2012
One year since I said "thank you" to you, as Aunt Judy held the phone to your ear. I wept. I still do. But I never forgot what you asked of me. You have watched how your death did not halt my life, my adventures. In fact, your death only inspired me to live louder.
In the last year, I became a server at an incredible restaurant. I took charge, and was a great leader in my work place. I took risks in my relationships, and traveled for them. You inspired me to love unconditionally, and I worked hard for what I thought was right. I still work hard for what is right. You told me to not give up on myself, and I didn't. I wish I could tell you in person how heartbreaking and empowering it was to make the choice to move where I wanted. I wish I could call you up and cry about how much I miss certain things, people, situations. Including you. You would be so proud of the unconditional love I am learning to give to children. You would be proud that I tried my very hardest in massage school. A few years before you even became ill the first time, you wrote my dad a letter. In it, you said that we weren't allowed to miss you too much, because "this is what I was born to do." Highly spiritual, so beyond what I can fathom, your connection to God is one I yearn for.
But today, you would say that I have the Can't Help Its. And it's true. Because today, all I would really like is you again.
My sweet Gaga, grandmother, Betty Louise Houston Seal.
Sunday, August 5, 2012
Are you happy?
He asked as we sat there, sitting across the room from each other. He has a kind heart, gentle, and intriguing. I was confused, wondering if this was a loaded question.
Yeah, I'm happy. Are you happy?
Very, he said. Very happy.
He rested his head, smiled, and fell asleep.