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Within the pages of my journal you will find mostly rants and commentary on topics of concern to me. Currently, those would include the illegal occupation of Iraq, human rights, the threat of theocracy, and the U. S. Presidency of Barack Obama.

If these things interest you as well, read on. If you wish to engage in attack debate, simply move on. I won't respond to you. If you are interested in honest debate, and have an open mind, then I welcome you.

Oh, and one more thing. I believe Bush 43 was the worst president ever to hold that office in the history of the United States. I am unashamed of that opinion.

Truth
If your actions harm no one, then they are ethical. The reverse is not necessarily true.

Motto
Nolite te bastardes carborundorum

The Handmaid's Tale
Margaret Atwood



March 2011
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WyldRaven [userpic]
It's been six months, and I'm feeling philosophical

Where I am: 77095, where else?
How I feel: sleep deprived

Won't you join me? Seriously, an open invitation for telling me where you think I am wrong. Can you honestly pass that up?

Six months ago, or “A Reason, A Season, A Lifetime?”

Originally posted at http://wyldraven.dreamwidth.org/577065.html


Comments

I realized the other day that it was 15 years since my Father passed on. I can't help but wonder where the time went.

Still miss him dearly and sorely.

I lost my only parent (so far) 10 years ago. Sadly, I never really missed her. Long story, involving alcohol, abandonment, abuse. Sure same will be true of my father when he passes away.

This I can say though, without fear of contradiction. Nothing else compares to the loss of one's soul-mate, except the loss of a child. You expect your parents to die before you. You die a little inside when you lose a child or a soul-mate.

No, my children haven't died, but I have lost more than one in a manner that may as well be death. And it hurts, almost as much as losing her. At least with her, I don't keep hoping every day "Well, maybe today I will hear from ". I can start to move on.

Sorry, I must sound like a bucket of self-pity.

No more than I. *HUGS*