To whom it may concern

If you think I’m unaffected by this, you are wrong. Very wrong.

Why use Twitter when toilet paper cause less pain

Memorial Day

I take this day to remember all the people who fought for my freedom.

I take this day to remember all the the people who have been in my life and have gone to the other side.

I take this day to remember all the people who have been in my life, but I shut out for lack of maturity.

I take this day to remember all the people who have been in my life but left to go find their own path.

Each person is special, meaningful and  will always be remembered.

Seasons

All the seasons have a reason. A hibernation, a blooming, a growth, and pruning. The gardener comes in  to prune and  the flowers beg for  one  more day of sunshine.  One  more day to soak up the warmth, soak up the rain. And the gardener relents, thinking one more day wouldn’t hurt. But that day is one too many, for the season was over. The season needed to end for another one to begin.

And so  a night closes on the season. A very long night of darkness, with shadows and hushed voices not quite heard. A long night of wondering, and even a longing for the recent day that ended.  But the desires of the past; the dreams, the promises. Those will be thought before the next sunrises, the next turn of nature.

The future would not be what it is without the previous season, molding and shaping the garden.

The way I feel

And I can’t say I’m surprised

A decision was made, one that affects me. But I wasn’t included in the process, my choices weren’t considered. I wonder if I really had any choices to begin with, or that is part of the lie I told myself.

I will heal. Not today, and maybe not tomorrow.

I just wish what I wanted had been considered.

I mean…really…