Monday, April 6, 2009

What's Your Story?

I had the honor of being invited to a memorial of someone I never met.

It brought me back to losing my mom, my dad and other family that have passed away.

Of course my mom is the most recent and devastating ache. I get into these funks and luckily, receive messages that keep me in check as well.

Ironically, I just met someone recently and found out that she lost her mom also. That day was her moms birthday. These days are hard no matter how much time has passed. There is an ache that doesn't really ever disappear even if you are the mom now.

It also reminded me that we write our own story. At times we have great control over it. Other times it is a storm that we need to take cover from. From moment to moment, there are so many possibilities that we take advantage of and we think we always have so much time.

If it were all over today, how would you want your memorial to go? Do you think that the BS today or life you have been living is the one you want remembered by? Or are you one of those people that is content and doing the best you can do, without guilt or remorse? And what about happiness or joy? Do you feel like you are really living?

I need these alerts. These moments are grand reminders that life is so short. And so perfect. And so hard. And so blessed. When I receive these messages I love and appreciate my kids just a little more, I let my love show and want them to know how special they are. The people in our lives are not replaceable.

Embrace them while they are here. Let go of past guilt, remorse and resentments. Be the best you can be and know when to say you are sorry.

Yesterday is history

Tomorrow is a mystery

Today is the present you give to yourself

Be Love.



Compulsively Yours...for now said...

i love this post...if i wasnt heartless i would have cried... i really truly needed to read this today. thank you.

"this being human is a guest house.
every morning a new arrival.

a joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.

welcome and attend them all!
even if they're a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture, still,
treat each guest honorably.
he may be clearing you out
for some new delight.

the dark thought, the shame, the malice.
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.

be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond."

mevlana rumi

Nice Peace of Buddhy said...

CY... fn: You are far from heartless. you are one crazy inspiration that came from nowhere and there you have it, an unexpected visitor. I know you know where this came from too. And you are welcome.

I love rumi.

T said...

Beautiful. Thank you.

And I love Rumi too.

Wow, that was awkward said...

I thought you were gonna finally fess up to whatever the hell your story really is. And I get serious, sweet, sentimental stuff. What the hale? I don't even know you anymore!!!

Nice Peace of Buddhy said...

@ T: Thank you. people come out of nowhere and make that difference just when we need it.

@ Wow: My story is always changing. You know you liked it, barf pants.

Anonymous said...

Beautiful blog babe. It literally made me tear up at the first line because I knew it must have been difficult but healthy to be there and im glad you were. I really enjoyed it the blog i mean. I wish you could have met David and im glad I had the honor of meeting your mom even though it was for a short time. I love you

Mark said...

Thank-you for this reminder, it is important to remember that this is a temp gig, and that we must find joy by living in the now.

Nice Peace of Buddhy said...

@Mark: Well said.

Sweet Herald said...

This was lovely.
And true, so true. I had a scare over the weekend with my mom and frantically was trying to reach her. For those three hours I had some of the worst thoughts, and when I saw she was okay, it opened my eyes how often I take her being here for granted.
I really liked this.

Nice Peace of Buddhy said...

Sweets: It is so easy to do, taking people for granted, but it is true that there is an unspoken love among our loved ones, I just find myself wanting to ask question but I know I wont get the answers.

Dont you find that you start to parent your parents now?


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