Untold stories…

struggle

Life should be about how we choose to react to what happens around us and what we’re able to make out of it.  We learn to almost reassemble our struggles into something positive.

Sometimes…we all need struggles in our lives, without any random obstacles, we might not be as strong as what we could have been.  Depending on how we choose to handle them, that will dictate just how hard our struggles are.  Either you meet these challenges head on or become a victim, choosing to lie down, play dead, and hope that if you ignore things long enough, all will simply disappear.

Choices.  We all have them and what is most important is how we face life, the steps we take in getting through struggles and make our lives better.  Even through those consuming hard times.

Battles.  Each one of us has our own; no one person has it any worse than another.  We each deal with things differently and what might be downright catastrophic to you might just be another day at the office for me.

As I put this post together, have to admit I impressed myself.  For a brief moment.  There’s a story here, untold, plain and simple, my personal struggle with much in my own life.   Sharing meaningful thoughts with others, attempting to impart some wisdom to someone else, can be so much easier than looking in the mirror at the reflection of what makes you…you.

I’m no different than anyone else who deals with things they cannot understand, or control.  Probably what haunts me the most are all the unanswered questions in my own life, unfulfilled dreams, damaged relationships and running out of time to make so many wrongs…right.

And maybe,  so many of these issues were always meant to be as I’m reminded of the Serenity Prayer…God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change; the courage to change the things I can; and the wisdom to know the difference.

 

workshop-button-1From Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop…Write about something you struggle with.

 

 

 

 

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Disconnected…

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Real connections never die.

They can be ignored, walked away from or buried, never broken.

Despite any distance, when that connection is deeply rooted, it remains, despite presence or circumstance.

What I have learned that, in certain circumstances, my absence from someone’s life has little, or no, effect.

It becomes obvious that my presence has no real meaning.

How can people can exist without true connection?

All that has been said, so much more left unsaid.

And, time keeps passing by, opportunities are swept away in the space between seconds.

The realization becomes evident that any interest is fading.

Contact lessens, with each new day.

Acceptance kicks in.

The connection, once strong, has frayed, or broken.

It was wonderful, while it lasted.

Move on, let it go.

Realize that you cannot hold onto people who are letting you go.

 

workshop-button-1From Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop…Write a blog post in exactly 15 lines.

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The Day the Magic Died…

Inspiration plays a large part in much of what I write about.  Opinions and experiences.  The multitude of memories tucked inside each event in my life finds motivation coming from many different directions.  At any given time, my writings may reflect a need to opine, even levy some critique at a person or issue.

This is not one of those times as what I share is, quite simply, a lament, even a humble tribute to someone special.

When your children marry, it can be a blessing to be graced with extended family, traditionally called “the in-laws”, a cold term, at least to me, and one that did not apply in our happy situation.  Our first meeting with our new family, post-engagement of our children, was as if we had been old friends sitting down to dinner and catching up on life.   Within less than ten minutes of getting together to discuss wedding plans, two people, relative strangers who could easily have chosen to keep a comfortable distance, quickly offered to help with the celebratory preparations. That was our beginning with Faye and Leo and has remained that way for the past twenty-five years.

At this moment, we are grieving the loss of a friend, and family, with Leo’s passing a few days ago.  He was so accomplished in all he did but, his greatest achievements (aside from his three children) were the absolute joys of his life… the two Grandsons shared by both our families.

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Part of his obituary reads…”An accomplished and highly skilled magician, Leo would constantly entertain family, friends and sometimes strangers with incredible card play, mentalism, and stagecraft.”  Yes, being with Leo was a magical experience and these words underestimate his ability to captivate others with his talents.  He could leave you breathless with his ingenious, slight-of-hand, tricks but always made you smile in the process.  His wisdom, endless stories, jokes, and the love he shared with everyone…these will forever stand as a testament to the wonderful man he was.

Leo passed away on June 25th, 2020.  Memories and the magic he left behind are immortal.  I think he would approve of these ceremonial words from The International Brotherhood of Magicians.

The magic of earth is over and the mystery of another realm awaits Leo and will be revealed.  All that he shared will remain in our memory as commemoration of his life.

No one entering this world can ever escape sadness. Each in turn must bear burdens, both rich and poor, and in turn, bid loved ones farewell. Each one must suffer that sad goodbye when loved ones come to that final moment, that each in turn must face. But for those who make this life a pledge to the human spirit, there comes the assurance of a memory that made life worth living.

 

workshop-button-1From Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop…Write a blog post inspired by the word: final

I had nothing to really contribute to this current week’s writing prompts, although I did write this about someone special in the lives of my family.  And then I thought…one prompt focused on the word final.  Well, what I’ve shared are my personal, final, thoughts about an individual so worth remembering.  What better way to honor the memory of someone than to have others, outside of our immediate circle, read about the terrific person he was?   I think Leo would enjoy that, immensely, he loved being the center of everyone’s attention.

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