Flying with my friends

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Father’s Day 2009 marked a year since my mother Wilhelmena died. Up to that point, I was having moments where I would cry uncontrollably and just scream. You know it’s bad when your dog comes to you and licks your face then barks after a while like “I was nice, now get over it….let’s play”.

These past few months since that anniversary date, I have been operating with a lot more clarity; purpose, outgoingness.

Death is not an indefinite mourning but a celebration of that loved ones life. A carrying forward of what you were taught and displaying how well you learned over the years post death. I am thankful to have friends who stood by me thru it all and still invite me gatherings that I had been previously turning down to be with mom.

Thank you so much my friends. You can’t pick you family but you certainly can pick your friends. I think the value system that my late mother and my father taught is shining brightly…..also that I have true, patient, always there friends!!