What A Girl Wants...What A Girl Needs...10

September 4, 2017

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I will only have one post today and I hope you will indulge me a little. Two years ago today I lost my husband and I promised myself that from that point forward I would willingly start to share my feelings more with the people who were important in my life. My Friends…those I spend time with and those I have never met. All of you help shape the person I am and the person I am becoming, whether you are aware of it or not.

I love you all. Not necessarily sexual love, because we are not physically intimate, but the love of one human being for another. I’ve shared my story with many of you. In many cases, you’ve trusted me with yours. I can’t tell you how much that means to me. That you would trust a veritable stranger with your deepest, darkest secrets in some cases; and, in others, your heart’s desires. I love you for listening when I needed to speak and hope that you know I will always be available for you when you need someone to talk with.

I envy those of you who are so genuinely confident and just tell it like it is. I’ve never been that brave. For those of you who are so creative in the arts, jewelry making, and the written word, I wish I possessed your abilities. Most of you have taken the time to patiently answer my unending questions even when I knew it had to be frustrating. My thirst for knowledge is never ending and oftentimes childish but something I cannot contain. You’ve shared customs and colloquialisms from your countries that I would never have known but for your willingness to share. You’ve given up your time, that valuable commodity we never seem to have enough of. Do you have any idea how selfless that is? If not, trust me, it is.

You’ve helped me through innumerable moments, hours and even days of grief that you were not aware of. I cannot thank you enough for that. My husband was ill for years but you can never truly prepare yourself for the end and I admit my life has been irrevocably changed because of it. The one major plus is that it has taught me to not take anything for granted and to let the people I love know how I feel because tomorrow is never guaranteed. So, if I say I love you then I mean it. I love you for being you. :heart:


I'll see you all on Tuesday...



For My Motorcycle Man, My Love...Pink Floyd 'Wish You Were Here'

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One Perfect Rose for our 'not always' perfect love...

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And, finally, one last ride we never got to take....

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I love you Baby...:rose::kiss::heart:
 
llidar, I want to be the first to say thank you for sharing your thoughts and your feelings (along with all the lovely photos) to each of us here. I for one have been very lucky to have you as a friend. You were there to listen and on a few occasions offered some advise during a time of change in my life (career move and a relationship situation) and you are still there to check up on me. :) I know I've never met you in person but if I ever have the chance to then I would give you the warmest of hugs for which you truly deserve. I am deeply sorry for your loss no matter how long ago it was. I am sure he knows (even while in heaven) that you are a very special individual worth all the happiness life can bestow onto you. :)
 
Llidar,

Somewhere in the someplace of space and time; you will hear his asking to be let go. His soul will ask to be unfettered from your grief and loneliness; and because you loved and still love him; you will do the most pure and unselfish act you have ever done. You will grant that wish.

That's when the memories become bittersweet; as opposed to that bitter, violent, torn from your soul remembrance.

It's when you can remember a shared kiss, or an argument, a hand around your neck or a tuneless whistle, and you can smile. Without bursting into tears.
 
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