There are many things in life for which there is no explanation. Why they happen, no one knows. Why some children are healthy, hale and hearty and others are not defies the imagination.
Today, I attended a memorial service for a precious little boy who was born with two different genetic defects. What he suffered from is so rare, it does not even have a name. But he fought hard for two years and six days before passing away in his sleep. He was such a beautiful child: he had hair the colour of sunshine, eyes as blue as sapphires and a smile that captured your heart. Yes, he was small and frail but the strength he brought out in others was phenomenal. He gave his parents a kind of courage I have never seen before. He taught others about patience and being thankful for all that we are blessed with. These are lessons most of us never learn in a lifetime - and he had only two years in which to show us these things.
I will always remember him for these wonderful lessons and I personally thank him for making me realize how much I have. And I have found a new level of gratitude for the people I call family, for my coworkers, my friends and my spouse. These people are in my life for a purpose and I love them all, even with their flaws and shortcomings. I am not perfect: I only thought I was and because I knew this beautiful child for such a short time, I have realized just how imperfect I am.
Thank you, "Little Man". You will remain in my heart forever.
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Just a Sunday Afternoon
I am a first-time Blogger and must say that I am totally intrigued by this concept of communication. So I got to thinking today - why not try it out? Here goes!
I spent my Sunday morning cleaning cupboards. Yes, really! It's amazing how much a person can accumulate. I'm sure it is at least two years since I last cleaned these spaces and I think I finally have room for all my coffee mugs (big coffee drinker I am) and serving bowls. Every time I see anything blue, I have to have it, to my great regret. Some of these bowls have now been relegated to a "what am I going to do with this?" space in my buffet. I'll probably decide what to do with these pieces next time I clean out the buffet! Just haven't got the heart to get rid of all of it yet!
I know many of us do this: we accumulate and we hoard because "we might need it someday." Well, let me tell you, you won't! When my Dad passed away in 1984, my sisters and I were horrified at all the stuff that was in his garage. We wondered if any of it had ever been used - or had seen the light of day. And when Mom passed on in 1993, we went through the same thing again. There were many beautiful things my parents had collected over the years, but we all looked at each other and shrugged. After all, we already had enough stuff of our own. Did we need more? So, I am attempting to adopt a philosophy which is preached by many professional organizers: "If you haven't used it in a year, get rid of it."
So, I am giving myself one more year to decide whether to "keep" or "share" with someone else who could really use these things. And I promise I'll keep you all informed!
I spent my Sunday morning cleaning cupboards. Yes, really! It's amazing how much a person can accumulate. I'm sure it is at least two years since I last cleaned these spaces and I think I finally have room for all my coffee mugs (big coffee drinker I am) and serving bowls. Every time I see anything blue, I have to have it, to my great regret. Some of these bowls have now been relegated to a "what am I going to do with this?" space in my buffet. I'll probably decide what to do with these pieces next time I clean out the buffet! Just haven't got the heart to get rid of all of it yet!
I know many of us do this: we accumulate and we hoard because "we might need it someday." Well, let me tell you, you won't! When my Dad passed away in 1984, my sisters and I were horrified at all the stuff that was in his garage. We wondered if any of it had ever been used - or had seen the light of day. And when Mom passed on in 1993, we went through the same thing again. There were many beautiful things my parents had collected over the years, but we all looked at each other and shrugged. After all, we already had enough stuff of our own. Did we need more? So, I am attempting to adopt a philosophy which is preached by many professional organizers: "If you haven't used it in a year, get rid of it."
So, I am giving myself one more year to decide whether to "keep" or "share" with someone else who could really use these things. And I promise I'll keep you all informed!
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