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Even if you feel like you are the only one feeling alone, solitary, heartbroken...you are not.
Sometimes people have felt the exact same feeling at the same place some hours, days, month ago.
Does this comfort you? I guess not.
The happy lights and sounds are dishonest. Dont let them deceive you.
Large cities can make you feel very solitary.
Especially when viewed from above.
Especially in these days.
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Brittaney in the picture.
People prefer to be heartbroken again and again because it's been comfortable in that way.
The pain in our heart must be one of the pains we can't really handle 'cause it's not physical but emotional.
This pain comes from all those feelings we want to share but it's not possible for all kinds of reasons.
Isn't it sad that all those beautiful feelings eventually makes us ache?
We are still heartbroken over the loss of our beagle Penny. Have been digging through all the photo's we took of her over the years and found this nice one that Bethany took of Penny and me at the Upper Falls in Letchworth Park on March 27, 2010.
That was when I ruled the world.
This looks a lot like a photo I'm waiting to upload...but anyway, this one is of me and the other isn't so...
Anyway, got tagged by Sarah, so here I go...
Are you single/taken/heartbroken/confused?
single ftw
What if I told you that you were pretty?
i'd be so happy
What are you looking forward to in the next week?
seeing my beautiful sisters from high school-madie and sarah
Do you want to be single?
um, i don't know...i kind of want a boyfriend but i don't really care that much...
Have you pretended to like someone?
yep, so crazy girls would stop trying to hook me up
Is it hard for you to get over someone?
i wouldn't know...forever alone
What would you name your future daughter?
um...oh dear god...if i have kids, i guess like Lily or Isabelle or Makenna or Madeline...
Are you good at hiding your feelings?
depends on the situation. i can really hide myself from some people and others know immediately what's wrong with me
Are you listening to music right now?
hells yes, viva la vida
How is your heart lately?
*calling the cardiologist...*
ha ha, weird one. my heart is working better than most people's, actually. i had surgery when i was younger on it.
Are you wearing socks?
dear god, no
What do people call you?
Sam, Sammy/Sammie/Sammi, Mantha
Will you talk to the person you like tonight?
unless you mean the fictional character boyfriends who live in my head, nope
When was the last time a member of the opposite sex hugged you?
an hour ago, when i was rocking the two year old i watch
Do you get stressed out easily?
yes, seriously, i'm a total drama queen
Who do you go to when you need to talk to someone?
my girls. and my mommy.
What is on your wrists right now?
SKIN, just like Sarah
What do you like better: hot chocolate or hot apple cider?
REALLY I'M SUPPOSED TO PICK?
Are you a good artist?
i want to be
Do you miss the way things were six months ago?
god no, i was a silly, dramatic freshman with no life. so much happier. i'm always ready for a new adventure.
Ever stayed up all night on the phone, with who?
no...i'm boring...
Do you use chap stick?
who doesn't?
Do you have a little sister?
no, i have two video-game addicted brothers, though
Have you hugged someone within the last week?
i'm the queen of hugs, yes
What were you doing at midnight last night?
reading fanfiction
Have you ever regretted kissing someone?
um, considering i haven't had my first kiss...no...
Will next Friday be a good one?
no idea, not sure what i'm doing yet!
:)
Love isn't when there are no fights in the relationship. Love is when once the fight ends, love is still there.
Jas Bassi
Like everyone I know I am heartbroken about what happened in Manchester on Monday. When I looked at the photograph of that sweet little 8 year old who lost her life I cannot begin to comprehend how anyone can be so cruel and heartless These are very sad times:-((
The father of the bride broke down in tears, in the middle of wedding traditions which go on for a couple of hours.
Chittagong, Bangladesh.
I'm very lucky because unless I'm heartbroken I don't suffer from depression but I do have good days and bad days like everyone else. I think it's healthy to feel a bit low at times as that's when we do our thinking and it would be no good if we were to just party all the time. Being Jojo gives me lots to think about of course as unlike most people I can never forget for very long that I am a bit different. Thankfully I live within my comfort zone which means being Jojo is never something I feel embarrassed about or uncomfortable with. I could had it happened do porn movies for example because afterwards one just goes back home to normality, but I'm not sure I could cope with anything perminent like implants as they would be just as intrusive as a swaithe of big bold tattoos and to do anything like that you have to have the right personality I suppose. Still I don't hold back do I as I'm not prudish or shy which is one reason why I wanted to be Jojo. Nobody is pushing me me either which is important as I don't like too much or rapid change and so it's good that I transitioned in years rather than months with herbs, it makes me very real which I guess is one of the reasons why people like me.
The security council’s ban on mass events till 31 August means that all the big summer events will be cancelled. In Ghent too many are heartbroken, It is the first time since World War I that the Ghent Festivities will not take place. The Festival of Ghent is without doubt the biggest and best-known street festival in Europe, attracting around 2 million visitors each year. “The Ghent Festivities are part of the city’s DNA. The cancellation of course hurts, but we are resilient. In 2021 we plan to party twice as hard” said Mathias De Clercq, the city’s mayor. Here are some memories of the sparkling “Gentse Feesten” from 2014. On display are people enjoying a performance of late Walter De Buck. It was one of his last public appearances before he passed away later that year. Walter De Buck was a singer, sculptor and founder of the modern “Gentse Feesten” – Sint-Jacobsplein, Ghent, Belgium.
UPDATE: It is with a completely broken heart that I have to tell all of you that my beautiful mother passed away at 9:38pm November 19th, 2020. I was able to stay with her until the very end. And, by God, it took everything I had to leave the room hours afterward. I never wanted to leave her. I still don't want her to be gone. I never will.
Here is what I want you to know about her, she loved her husband of 59 years and one day. She adored her children and grandchildren. She believed most people in the world were good. She loved cooking, knitting, reading and doing sudoku puzzles ( the latter two she did up until three days before she passed). She knew all of you were praying for her and she was grateful for all of your kind wishes. I pray now she is with her parents, whom I adored and that one day, I hope, I get to all see again.
I lost my best friend. My constant comfort, and counsel. The woman I stayed up late nights with cooking and listening to music. I will miss everything about her beautiful and kind soul and the loving way she called me sweetheart.
Thank you everyone for being with me through this horrible, horrible year that kept me from being with her more due to restrictions and lock downs.
Much love to all of you on this Thanksgiving.
Please continue to pray for my devastated dad and a family now left without its heart and soul.
P.S. Pics on the left show my mom just one week before her passing.
Sadly for Colin, his girlfriend has traded him in for a newer model, sometimes life can be a challenge for troopers.
For this weeks MarcoMondays theme Emotional
uploaded by request.:)
I sort of like this, even though it is slanting and I'm out of focus.
I was also tagged by Anna and Kay Kay! Everyone who I would've tagged have already done this so... if you want to do it then I hereby pronounce you tagged. (:
Are you single/taken/heartbroken/confused?
single pringle
What if I told you you were pretty?
I would thank you! :)
What are you looking forward to in the next week?
I have no idea what I’m doing next week, so hopefully taking photos!
Do you want to be single?
Yes and no. I don’t want the drama, but it would be nice to have someone to be cute with! :’)
Have you pretented to like someone?
Um no
Is it hard for you to get over someone?
No not really, ngl.
What would you name your future daughter?
I really like the name Freya and also Kiara.
Are you good at hiding your feelings?
It depends what it is. Sometimes.
Are you listening to music right now?
Yes, Naive by The Kooks is currently on replay! I was also listening to The All- American Rejects earlier too.
How's your heart lately?
hopefully beating
Are you wearing socks?
Nope, bare feet ftw
What do people call you?
Millie, Milliekins ;)
Will you talk to the person you like tonight?
Nah
When was the last time a member of the opposite sex hugged you?
Umm about a month ago
Do you get stressed out easily?
Yes.
Who do you go to when you need to talk to somebody?
Maybe my sister or my friend but I normally don’t openly express my feelings to people unless it’s really important.
What is on your wrist right now?
A blue bracelet and a hair bobble.
What do you like better - Hot chocolate or hot apple cider?
Hot chocolate!
Are you a good artsist?
no, lol. I can’t draw. But I hope I’m okay at photography!
Do you miss the way things were six months ago?
No way
Ever stayed up all night on the phone, with who?
No, i’m kind of boring!
Do you use chapstick?
Uh huh
Do you have a little sister?
Nopee, an older sister.
Have you hugged someone within the last week?
um idk, I think so!
What were you doing at midnight last night?
Ordering prints online :’)
Have you ever regretted kissing someone?
No. Never kissed anyone. Forever alone.
Were your last tree kisses from the same person?
-pass- ;D
Will next friday be a good one?
Hopefully! I have no idea what I’m doing!
I'm sorry I'm so boring. If you read all that then you get a gold star.
Greta
Rhinestone collections all the time
I wonder what Greta would say
Another lady, another time
Another heartbroken state of mind
Alone in her chambers... she dreams of her home
Outside, she's got a movie star view
Outcries, well where will the kings go
Where will the kings go now?
She's got her eyes wide open
And she's ready to stare you down
She says in words unspoken, she's from out of town
Well some cry, well I really don't dance down
Stormy weather, it cuts like a knife
She's got her bags packed
And she's off to the valley where the
Sun meets the sea
You understand that
She wants to live by the ocean
And no one is pleased
She gets a house in the mountains
The next day, the next day she leaves the station
Do you really want to change her (do you really want to change her)
Or is it your right?
Ooh alone in her chambers she dreams of her home
In a very real way, she's the purest art form
I bet she said, just how many art lovers can one
Get to know?
She doesn't have an hour
She doesn't have five minutes
She's got to go!
She's got her bags packed
And she's off to the valley where the
Sun meets the sea
You understand that
She wants to live by the ocean
And no one is pleased
She gets a house in the mountains
The next day
The next day she leaves the station
I wonder what Greta would say
Well I wonder what Greta would say
I wonder what Greta would say
Ooh, she's got a movie star view
Oh well where will the kings go
Where will the kings go now?
Say, Greta
Say, Greta
Songwriters: Stevie Nicks / Michael W. Campbell
Greta, my now 4-and-a-half-year-old Boston Terrier is doing great these days. To be honest, she needs to stop aging. I can't imagine my life without her.... she has gotten me through some of the most challenging times of my life.
She truly has come a very long way and I am extremely proud of her. She is a true inspiration.
I didn't name Greta after this song, I actually named her for a werewolf character in the Iron Druid Chronicles, a book series by Kevin Hearne. www.https://kevinhearne.com/
"Greta" was released on the Stevie Knick album Street Angel in 1994 www.youtube.com/watch?v=e1Ybl2XulDk
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Ishmael, my baby boy, has been diagnosed with Lymphoma. We can expect to have him with us, for only another 4-6 weeks. I'm heartbroken - of the 17 dogs I've shared my life with, Ish was the only one I've had from a young pup, the only one who wasn't rehomed.
I took this picture on our walk this morning. He's on steroids and is feeling OK at the moment...
Flat River, it is the river named in the song "Sad Ballad of Jack Haggerty", sometimes known as "Flat River Girl."
I'm a heartbroken raftsman, from Greenville I came
All my virtue's departed with a lass I did fain
From the strong darts of Cupid I've suffered much grief
And my heart’s broke asunder, I can get no relief
Of my trouble I’ll tell you without much delay
Of a sweet little lassie my heart stole away
She’s a blacksmith’s fair daughter from the flat river side
And I always intended to make her my bride
I work on the river where the white waters roar
And my name I've engraved on the high rocky shore
I'm the boy that stands happy on the dark, burling stream
But my thoughts were on Molly, she haunted my dream
I gave her fine jewels, the finest of lace
And the costliest muslins, her form to embrace
I gave her my wages all for to keep safe
I deprived her of nothing I had on this earth
While I worked on the river, I earned quite a stake
I was steadfast and steady, and ne'er played the rake
For Camp Flat and river I'm very well known
And they call me Jack Haggerty, the pride of the town
Till she wrote me a letter, which I did receive
And she said from her promise herself she’d relieve
For to wed to another she’d a long time delayed
And the next time I’d see her she’d no more be a maid
To her mother, Jane Tucker, I lay all the blame
For she caused her to leave and go back on my name
For to cast off the riggings that God was to tie
And to leave me a rambler 'til the day that I die
So come all ye bold raftsmen with hearts stout and true
Don't trust to a woman 'cause you're beat if you do
And if you do meet one with a dark chestnut curl
Remember Jack Haggerty and the Flat River girl!
Why you break my heart?
Every time we depart?
I thought you loved me
I thought you were my dove
When you go bye, bye, bye
I simply go why, why, why?
My heart crumples into dust
Out of all the one’s I lust you the most
My heart is torn
It can’t be re-born
This can’t be real
This wasn’t the deal
You were my bumble bee
Now I can’t even humble you
I remember when we first met
Now your saying to let go.
So what now?
This is how it end?
Why did you leave me?
Is there even a reason ?
We helped Jake cross the rainbow bridge this evening at 2135, after receiving a call from Dr W that he was getting weaker and would probably not survive the night.
The asthma, his weak heart, pulmonary edema and bleeding from the plavix were too hard for him to overcome.
I held him in my arms as Dr W helped him and he went peacefully....
Mom and I are devastated and heartbroken but Jake is now at peace...
Thank you all for your emails, well wishes, prayers and support.
They all meant a lot to me.
xo
(i will post a final series at a later time)
This week my Parents would have been married 69 years.
Mom was a young and beautiful 16 year old in Mobile Alabama and Dad was a young strapping sailor stationed at NAS Pensacola Florida which was about 45 miles away.
Dad's roommate Tully had a date with Mom's oldest sister Inez but my Grandfather wouldn't let any of his 9 girls date alone (Grandpa was also the Sherriff of Mobile County... so ya did what he wanted) so Tully asked Dad to come along and double date with "the kid sister". When the two young sailors arrived on G Street in Pritchard (Mobile) Alabama my Mother was sitting on the front porch swing cutting out paper dolls and when the young men walked up she hid the scissors and dolls the only place she had... underneath her. Even though the scissors were poking her in the bottom she wouldn't let them know she was playing with paper dolls.
Well, one thing led to another and about a year or so later Dot and Dick were married and honeymooned in the thriving metropolis of Milton Florida and stayed at the Exchange Hotel (which is still there). They moved into Petty Officer's housing on NAS Pensacola as Dad was now an AOM 1st Class. Life was good for a short while and then came December 7th 1941.
The base went on lockdown after the attack on Pearl Harbor happened, all of the "regular Navy" blokes (i.e. Regular Navy were the guys already IN the Navy when the war started) were shipped out to the fleet and Dad was assigned to the air group on the 1st USS Lexington. He arrived on board ship in time for the Battle of the Coral Sea which was the first naval battle where the two opposing sides never sighted one another. All the fighting was done by aircraft for the first time ever.
The Lexington was sunk, Dad swam away and was rescued. He returned to the states for his 30 days survivor leave in California. He wasn't there long when he was promoted to Chief Aviation Ordnanceman and shipped right back to the Pacific, this time in an air group aboard the new light carrier USS Bataan. Here he would spend the rest of the war, only learning by mail (several months later) of the birth of his first child of four.
Connie was born on November 22nd 1942. Connie would not see her Daddy until she was nearly 6 years old. After the end of the war, Dad returned home and life picked up somewhat where they left off. Dad left the Navy and got a job with my Grandfather on the Sheriff's department in Mobile County Alabama although the Navy would come calling twice more in Dad's life and recall him to active duty for Korea and Vietnam until he eventually retired from naval service as a Chief Warrant Officer.
In August of 1948, along comes my middle Sister; Phylis Irene. From the very beginning she was Daddy's girl! In fact, during her entire life; Phylis only received ONE spanking from Dad and he felt so bad at having spanked her that he took her right out and bought her a new dress! Much to the chagrin of the older Connie (to this day in fact, LOL).
Well, the family moved back to Dad's boyhood home of St. Petersburg Florida and took a job with the Equitable Insurance Company and before you knew it along came a SON, finally a SON. Little Boy Gregg did not survive long enough to even be given a name and his parents and sisters were heartbroken but their unbending love for each other kept them together through it all.
Mom and Dad gave up on having the Son that they always wanted and life got back to normal. And then low and behold in August of 1958...boom! Along comes that boy they had waited for; and God help them all now, LOL. I was born on 28 August 1958 at St. Anthony's Hospital in downtown St. Petersburg Florida. Dad had been moonlighting at night selling coffee to cafes and bars for the Cooper Coffee Company to "pay for me". We are / were a very close family, rarely argued, discussed everything important before making a decision and my Parents quickly became my best friends. A friendship that lasts through to today.
January of 1998 Dad was diagnosed with Alzheimer's Disease and over the next ten years I watched as the only hero I ever had shrank in both memory and stature into someone who barely knew me or the rest of his family. And for ten years I watched my Mother care for the love of her life with a tenderness that continues to amaze me. She promised him "no homes or "facilities". Your place is at home with me and with me is where you shall stay until you are through here and go home one last time.
She kept her promise and in January of 2008 my Dad, the best friend I've ever known, the only hero I've ever needed and the rock of my very existence went home to his maker and now he hurts and suffers no more.
My Mother has lost the love of her life, her reason for getting up in the morning and her partner of so many years. Family has gathered around her and we nurture her as she did for each of us so many years ago; but she is a smaller and more frail person because of her struggle of the last ten years. Her mind is sharp and her smile as warm as the day I first saw it when she welcomed me into this world. So many memories flood my mind as I write this, trips, parties, good times and bad but always, always together and joined in love. My parents taught me what it meant to love, to value, to honor and to repay over and over debts that were given for no other reason than "because we love you". They taught me the difference between right and wrong, true and untrue, that a man is only as good as his word and that a man will give his very life and breath for that that he believes in and loves the most and that if a man compromises these things that he is a weaker being because of it. I frequently fall short of the pillars that my Dad set forth, and as I was taught; I am a lesser man because of it. I alone can decide if I can live with this or not. Sometimes what doesn't appear right at first is exactly what is right for you in the long run. I am a patriot today because of my Father's example and teachings and will remain so until my own last breath one day.
So many memories, so many happy memories. Loving faces, warm touches, funny stories, adventurous times and the one word that keeps coming back to me is "together". That is how we did things... Together. I love my Mother and Father more than I can express. I am grateful to them in so many indescribable ways for not only my very existence but for who I am today. Not always proud of the choices I make but always in the knowledge that no matter what, I will be loved. I miss my Father terribly. Not a day goes by that I don't think of him and our time together.
On the last day that I saw my Father alive, he was brought out to me in a wheelchair and was slumped forward and nearly limp. My Brother in Law who was caring for him bent over and spoke into Dad's ear and said "Dick, you remember that little boy you had? Well he's here, it's Victor; Dick. He's right there." My Father raised his head out of the slump that had become so familiar and the blank and distant eyes looked at me and it was if a weak little light was turned on and his eyes once again lit up and a small and weak smile came over his face when his eyes locked onto mine. And in less time than it took to read this, it was gone. The blank stare and lost eyes returned and then that evening Dad slipped into a coma and the next morning he was gone. But MY FATHER SAW ME AND KNEW ME. HE SAW ME AND HE KNEW HIS SON WAS THERE, and he smiled at me.
The next morning Dad's breathing became weaker and weaker and about ten AM my Mother and my Sisters and I gathered round Dad, we laid our hands on him and one by one we said thank you to him for all he had done for us; that he had fought such a brave fight; that we loved him; and that I would take care of Mom and the girls like he had taught me to do for so many years, and that he could rest, relax and when he saw the hand of the Lord he should reach out and take it and go home, we would be alright. Less than an hour later, Dad was gone.
Mom was caught somewhere between relief and grief where she remains to this day. She is a stong woman and is working her way steadily through the stages of grief with the help of all of us.
The days don't seem quite as bright as they used to for me. I feel a hole in my heart that nothing seems to fill; no matter how hard I try. I miss my Dad, I always called him "Daddy", so much it hurts. It's like a part of me has gone away and has become lost. But don't be mistaken, I do feel his presence. I know that my Dad will be with me always and that I will see him again one day. That day is what I pin my hope upon.
Richard Bentley Gregg, thou good and faithful servant; pass forth now into thy reward laid up for you in heaven.
Dorothy Iona Gibson-Gregg; thou good and faithful servant. Much riches are laid up for you in heaven and here on earth.
Mom and Dad always told us that we were the richest folks in town because after all... We Had Each Other.
October 23rd, 1939 - October 23rd, 2008.
I Love You Mom and Dad.......
Victor
Update as of January 2023: My dear mother, Dorothy Iona Gibson - Gregg went to home to meet her maker after a long battle with dementia. Her end was not calm, quiet or merciful. It was terrible and I could not get there fast enough to be with her at the end. My mother became very angry after my father's death. She became angry at my father and also with others that she loved. She particularly carried a huge load of anger toward me for I was the one that was tasked with forcing my mother to move out of her and my father's house and move in with my oldest sister Connie. Mom passed away on May 6, 2013. I did not arrive until the next day. I had been out of the country on business and simply could not get there in time.
Mom's earthly remains were interred with my father's remains at Barrancas National Cemetery on board Naval Air Station, Pensacola Florida where so much of both sides of our family have been stationed, went to school and / or are interred there as well. My parents are together again, the only place they ever wanted to be. Both my sisters have passed away from dementia or alzheimer's and I find myself feeling so incredibly alone these last few years. I know that I will see them again one day and that gives me some comfort. My family is mostly disjointed now and broken up. The glue that my parents represented that held the clan so closely together is gone..... and the clan has not survived the loss. My own children are estranged from me and my only son, Nathan and I have not spoken in over six years. I miss all my children terribly and sadly of my six grandchildren.... I've only met one. Things just aren't right with the world anymore and I've given up trying to fix things. They are what they are. My own decisions and behavior are much to blame and I carry that with me daily. My parents would not approve of my decisions or behavior but I have come somewhat to terms with that. One day, one day...
According to legend, the Governor General of New France, Louis de Buade de Frontenac, was heartbroken when he discovered his wife was having an affair with the Sun King. He eventually forgave her, but left explicit instructions about the treatment of his body upon his death. After he died, Madame de Frontenac received a special delivery: her husband's heart in a lead box. So, be true to the one you love and Happy Valentine's Day!