07/21/2021
Reflecting tonight on July being Parents Bereavement month; thoughts...
I grew up in the greater Philadelphia area years ago, a time and place you had to be thick skinned. I was raised well and ultimately had good friends throughout my years, no matter how few or many or how close or distant. You had to be tough though, ( It's not just a cliché, how Philadelphians love and relate to Rocky ) to survive- mentally more than physically (most of the time). It prepared you for life, adulthood, when all those friends (even family) and you have grown so far apart, and each is on their own independent course in life. And the truth you learn, the reality, is that nobody is gonna sit there and cry with you over your sob story of what went wrong in your life. Some may lend an ear and make you feel good momentarily, but the moment is fleeting. It is up to us, however sad it may be, to deal with our depression, our anxiety, our PTSD, all of our addictions, afflictions, and conditions. We must be strong, or at least tough enough (like Rocky Balboa) to keep fighting, keep pressing on, until that last bell... in our search for redemption, joy, happiness in our lives! In reflection of the upcoming ten year "anniversary" of the loss of my daughter, I want everyone to know how much I love and care for them, and will always be there for them to fight for, support, and acknowledge them for all they have dealt with in their lifetime's... 🖤
Love each other...
Help each other...
Be there for each other...
CARE FOR EACH OTHER!!!