Times just can't heal all wounds...

In my lifetime I can say I have dealt with many heartbreaks and heartaches. I have also given a good share as well. I don't say that proudly, I say it to admit and accept my mistakes, and am content to know I forgive myself, and don't regret a thing. In fact, I am thankful for the mistakes made because it has proven that through hardships success follows, and I am thankful for the lessons I have learned.

If I die... not finding love... I will be content because my parents showered my brother and I with unconditional love. They showed us the true meaning of love and I am thankful I witnessed it.

Today... marks 6 months since my mom passed, and I have never teared up so much in my life. Time is supposed to help heal wounds, and well, time has helped cope, but some wounds can't be healed. I still miss my father just as much as I did when he passed.

I wake up everyday and wish I embraced him a little longer on January 24th of 2008 the day he left for his trip to India. I will never forget that hug, and I will never forget how close our bond was and well, is. I truly believe he lives within me.

I go through my days and remember all of the life lessons my mom instilled in me. She was the kindest, most giving, wonderful woman I have and will ever know. She always spoiled me even when it was out of our means. I will never forget the many different conversations we had and am thankful that I was blessed with my parents. They truly were the most amazing individuals anyone could have ever came across. I truly believe she lives within me.

I reflect back on the past year and cannot believe how difficult it was not just on me, but also my brother. To a certain extent... it still is.


The loss of my parents has been the most difficult thing I have had to deal with and will have to deal with. I think about the future and the many events that have yet to take place in my life and realize that they won't physically be here with me. I find this the most difficult to deal with, but find contentment in the fact that spiritually they will always be here to guide me and help me accomplish goals we all saw together.

I thought I'd be ready to speak about what took place, but I am just not ready yet. I'll be able to write about it sooner than later... one day.

Perhaps they are not the stars, but rather openings in Heaven where the love of our lost ones pours through and shines down upon us to let us know they are happy. -Unknown