“Don’t cry because it’s over. Smile because it happened.” – Dr. Seuss
Sitting in the Memphis National Cemetery among the perfectly lined rows of white headstones, the rain grew in ferocity as “Taps” was played by the military bugler. The American flag was lifted from the steel blue casket. As I watched the flag get folded in perfect precision, I vaguely remembered the days in parochial school when I would take the flag down from the pole, and fold it to be stored. As the gravesite ceremony nears its end, the precipitation increased in intensity.
“The rain came in and washed away all the footprints,” is what someone would say later.
“This flag is in remembrance of what your family member did for his country,” were the brief words said as the flag was turned over.
Over the last week, what have I learned?
Unplugging from social networking is good at times. But then why am I on it??? Oh for YOU, you, you, you, and especially YOU again.
Reconfirmed that the definition of insanity is doing the same thing, but expecting a different result.
Death stinks, but it hurts more when you could have known the inevitable outcome.
Everything in Memphis is fried, and if not fried…it’s double fried.
Because of that, I felt like I gained 7lbs when I stepped off the plane.
It was near impossible to eat healthily here.
I’m thankful to be able to take care of the things that I need to take care of, when they come up.
I learned to be ready for surprises.
Be happy you have your family, and if you have rifts in those relationships that are fixable, fix them, don’t put yourself in the position to wish you had.
We have to find our ways to do the right things for ourselves.
Social networking is as good as it is bad.
I looking to the future, sometimes a little bit too much.
Mumford And Son’s “After The Storm,” was last week’s theme song.
I always need new music, had no time to listen last week.
Some minds cannot be changed.
Sometimes you really have to do the right thing, and not give into temporary temptations.
I keep wondering about a line that I heard in response to “love at first sight,” and “soulmates,” and hoping to not be blinded and have someone think “It just wasn’t me that you were right about.”
How afraid are we to say the things we want and need to say.
I cannot say enough about a very good friend I can speak with, I hope that I can be the same for her, and hope for success in her current endeavor.
I hate to fail, but one must know when they can’t win, too.
Need to have better planning for adversity (diet/health/etc) but in other areas, I’m better prepared.
Learn to feel again, I hate the numb feeling.
It’s strange how the end of something feels very much like it’s beginning, same city, and how restaurants become a distant memory due the events that transpired there.
I want to open, I feel that I can only be my genuine self with certain people.
The manuscript Blue Lines is the fictional coming of age narrative of a young California woman Key Yemaya Walker, and her 2 year growing journey through school, love, and life period piece, written by Kenneth Suffern, Jr., taking place at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill between the years of 1997 – 1998. Loosely based on true events, and experiences during that time, told through the eyes and voice of the main female protagonist, a freshman first attending the school.