Tonight I attended a memorial service for a young man my son went to high school with. This young man was taken from this earth after 22 brief years.
At the memorial service there were pictures of this young man at all phases of his life with his unique smile. He fought a rare disease for the last 8 years of his life.
He did not complain.
He did not whine.
He surpassed all odds.
He continually surprised the people closest to him. His integrity, determination and pure love of life are an inspiration to all of us.
The church was packed. It does indeed take a community…a community of love and support to raise children, to support the elderly, to laugh at the daily shenanigans life presents us. What has happened to our sense of community in the last 10 years?
Do you know your neighbors?
Do you wave at people as you drive through town?
Do you greet people with a smile and a warm “Hello” when you enter the office?
Community. It is the glue that keeps us human and builds the bonds of love. In the end it’s all about the love. I heard stories about a 22-year-old man today…they were filled with laughter, tears, sniffles and above all else LOVE!!!
Tomorrow is his funeral. I am inspired by the legacy of love I am witnessing during this time of grief.
Will you join me in renewing a vow to act a little kinder, speak a little nicer and above all else…LOVE MORE?
Wow you just never know when it’s going to hit you.
Someone very close to me recently went skydiving. I was nervous and excited for her. It also called my faith to the frontlines. Faith in her judgement. Faith in the people helping her. Faith in the tools being used for the jump.
I never thought about it much outside of the context of day-to-day areas like health & well-being. I realize well-being and skydiving may not seem like obvious twins but in this case they both challenged my depth of faith.
As my baby flew in to the horizon for her great adventure, my faith was called out. I had to give it all up to God. This wasn’t easy. The situation was completely out of my hands – literally. I decided to envision God was with her holding her in the palm of his hand gently guiding her moves and ultimately her landing. Sounds a bit like everyday life doesn’t it?
I am happy to report, the jump was a huge success and my daughter is back on the ground.
She was exhilarated and I was blessed.
My children head to college this week and it gives me yet another opportunity to have faith.
Children present us with many gifts. I am grateful for their presence in my life and relish all of the lessons they bring.
I recently returned from the city of lights; Paris.
The history and culture of this fine city was incredible. I made this trip with my 18 year old daughter and it was interesting to watch her reaction to the different sites. It reminded me that appreciation sometimes requires maturity. There is no replacement for experience and education.
The expansion of art and architecture was unmistakable. The sidewalks had brilliant mosaics and doorways were anything but square. I left for Paris with great anticipation in regards to the food and I would not be disappointed.
The first place we ate at ended up being our favorite. Angelinas.
If you have been blessed to try this eatery you have enjoyed the savory confection of sugar, cream and chocolate. While this tea room restaurant is known for its African Hot Chocolate, we tried many of their cheesecakes and cookies. each bite was delectable.
We also met a delightful lady there on our last night in Paris. She was a native to the area and absolutely wonderful. She told us she was a well-known patron and each restaurant employee greeted her with a smile and several kisses.
She shared with us that he birthday was coming up however she also told us she was “20” in her heart and mind therefore any other number simply didn’t matter. One can only hope to have this same level of optimism as our exterior matures.
Our encounter with her was a delightful last chapter to our Paris adventure. We had a lovely time during our vacation however the old adage still holds true – there’s no place like home! I am grateful for the experience of Paris. Travel provides a tremendous opportunity for growth and appreciation for many things. Have you had a summer adventure? Bask in the glow of the final days of August…..where summer gone?
I wish you the spirit and decadence of a great cup of cocoa!
I attended a family wedding this weekend and relished in watching a young couple pledge their eternal love. Isn’t it amazing how powerful 2 simple words can be – I Do.
It was also a living reminder of what is truly important. I flew home late Friday and knew I was looking at a long car ride on Saturday to get to the wedding. To say I was jet-lagged was an understatement. I had a thousand reasons to not go and contemplated not attending. As I looked at the piles of laundry and mail I felt defeated. Where would I even begin to dig-out?
Well after my 30 minutes of self-pity I packed my bag, put a smile on my face and got in the car. The car ride was a bit tense and thank goodness I have a patient husband. We arrived at our hotel. It was beautiful. My disposition started to shift and in one fell swoop I finally got my head around the basis of the event. We had the honor in sharing in the celebration of love. The fragile union of two souls witnessed by friends and family.
I was teary-eyed as I watch to two young hearts profess their love and exchange vows. I met new family members and felt such a warmth from the dinner and reception.
It was a perfect night. Their perfect night. Mr. and Mrs. Adam Ahern.
I was honored to be a part of their celebration and all of my concerns from earlier in the day simply faded in to the sunset.
Dancing, laughing, smiling ~> it was the perfect medicine for my ailments.
If you have the opportunity to celebrate love – take it…no matter how large or how small – CELEBRATE. In the end….it is the most important thing we have.