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Doc
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I have not yet awakened from the nightmare. So much needed to be done and there is still so much to deal with. I could not have gotten through it (not that it's over by a long shot) without the support of my wife and her whole family. My "normal" no longer exists. I have to start creating a new "normal."
A big thank you to all who expressed sympathy and support. It was greatly appreciated. This horrid experience has put many things in perspective for me.
A big thank you to all who expressed sympathy and support. It was greatly appreciated. This horrid experience has put many things in perspective for me.
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Too old to live...too young to die...
Too old to live...too young to die...
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If you can't feel the music; it's only pink noise!
Be assured that "normal" will return, along with a more ordered perspective of this painful event.
Continued prayers.
When my dad passed away, I came home and stayed with mom for a week.
When I left to go back to work, she thanked me, and said, "next time you come home, maybe things will be back to normal"
I told her that " normal " as we knew it was over, and we had to start
a a new normal.
8 years later,we still miss, and think about dad, but, I must say, we have created a new normal.
Sorry for your loss, it never goes away, but, it does get better.
NS
i think i know how you feel
God's Boxes
I have in my hands two boxes,
Which God gave me to hold.
He said, "Put all your sorrows in the black box,
And all your joys in the gold."
I heeded His words, and in the two boxes,
Both my joys and sorrows I stored,
But though the gold became heavier each day,
The black was as light as before.
With curiosity, I opened the black,
I wanted to find out why,
And I saw, in the base of the box, a hole,
Which my sorrows had fallen out by.
I showed the hole to God, and mused,
"I wonder where my sorrows could be!"
He smiled a gentle smile and said,
"My child, they're all here with me.."
I asked God, why He gave me the boxes,
Why the gold and the black with the hole?
"My child, the gold is for you to count your blessings,
The black is for you to let go."
We should consider all of our friends a blessing.
Send this to a friend today just to let them know you
are thinking of them and that they are a joy in your life.
A ball is a circle, no beginning, no end.
It keeps us together like our Circle of Friends.
But the treasure inside for you to see,
Is the treasure of friendship you've granted to me.
Today I pass the friendship ball to you.
Pass it on to someone who is a friend to you...