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Jon broke up with me Wed. night.
I have never in my entire life feel the way I do right now. I have never had my heart broken before- I was always the girl to break up with the guy. All the guys I ever dated except for one, I broke up with them. Isn't the whole point of dating to see if you think you have a future with the person? Well I never saw a future with any of the guys I had except Jon. He was everything to me.
It doesn't matter why, it doesn't matter how, although I guess I couldn't have asked for a better break up because it was in person, it was calm, and it was sad on both ends, however, it happened, and I won't be the same for a long time.
All the memories, all the pictures, songs that come on, TV shows I watch- it's all about him. I can't stop thinking about everything.
I only have a little bit of hope left in me, and I'm trying to get it out now, because I am preparing myself for the worst: He will find someone so much better then me in every single way and he will stay with her forever. That is what I expect- it's not what I ever want to happen.
I love him so much still. I told him I would wait for him, but now, what is the point?
I have nothing left- nothing left to feel, nothing left to cry, nothing left to think. Everything I do I find myself lost. The pain is so bad. My body is literally aching.
My family and friends have been wonderful to me, but it doesn't matter what anyone says or does- it's not going to get him back to me.
I didn't put this picture up for anyone to feel sorry for me or to try to cheer me up, or badger him, in fact, I don't like talking about it at all. It did happen and I can't ignore it so I decided I will need to tell you all sooner or later.
One minute you think you have it all, and the next it's flushed down the drain. The main reason I wanted to come home next semester was to save our relationship. I know I wasn't being myself because of where I was living, who I was with, and I let it get to me when I shouldn't have, so I knew if I came back home, I would return to normal Amy, and I hoped that Jon would see that and still stay with me.
Doesn't matter now I guess.
But, like I always say.
It's never good bye, it's always good night.
Stunned, heartbroken, and disgusted by the racism on display in #Charlottesville this weekend and the violence it spawned. RIP Heather Heyer. "If you're not outraged, you're not paying attention."
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dedicated to my friend Mike ~ in memory of his son
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a re-post from last year
HH Younus AlGohar explains how the illusions we create affect us and how to find out who you are in the mirror of the truth in order to adopt a lifestyle which agrees with your nature. His Holiness gives a guideline on how to overcome your failures and live a balanced lifestyle.
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this is about my last relationship which lasted 2years and 9 months before it finally died in the autumn of 2009.
not my first girlfriend, but my first love.
guess no relationship will ever felt that way again. filled with ups and downs. a bumpy ride, but a very breathtaking one.
it has been like what, 1year and a half since the break up. but at times, i caught myself still shamely reminiscing and somewhat tasting those lost but sweet moments.
its been a hell of a ride. oh yes it is.
if you are reading this, im just gonna say, im sorry i screwed it up. when our relationship ended, im pretty sure some part of me died with it.
and now, im absolutely sure of it.
P.S: this is just one of the many concept i have in mind for my 52 weeks project. no other intentions are being implied here.
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My handsome boy passed away Wednesday the 22nd of August 2012,and I am heartbroken.
He had stopped eating & drinking and began to hide. At the Vets Tuesday morning, he had a series of fainting episodes along with cardiac arrest, his liver was in bad shape and shutting down. On Wednesday morning he went into cardiac arrest again and sadly, he was not able to be revived.
He is now in the arms of Our Creator and in perfect health & peace.
I will always remember Ernie Tubbs as being the most sweet and shy baby of the 4. People often ask how he ended up with this funny name:"Ernie Tubbs". Well, it started out just a joke of sorts but for some reason, it just seemed to fit him, so the name kind of stuck.
Thanks to all my flckr friends who sent such comforting thoughts and prayers
Wednesday : I have also taken Willow & Cisco into the Vets to get thier liver tested as the 3 are biological brothers.
** We have a very strong suspicion that the drug: MEGESTROL used to control male territory spraying for the past 4 years, has been the culprit in destroying thier livers-- and ultimately Ernie's life. The Vet said it is an old drug and they have not used it in more than 15yrs because of adverse reactions; he was also amazed that the boys did not have serious problems along the way, long before this time.
Cisco's tests came back in normal range, probably due to his extra 5-8 pounds over Ernie & Willow who got the same med and dose as he did. Willow is still being hospitalized.
****Saturday update: Willow has been doing very well, but his liver and adrenal glands took the beating because of the drugs. The Vet is optimistic we can control this with minimal drugs. Apparently, Willow is quite the superstar loverboy at the hospital, he may not want to come home with all the atttention he is getting there !!! He did take a turn for the worse but she still feels he might turnaround for the better
***NEW Saturday night update: Just came back from visiting Willow in the hospital and I am in shock how he has deteriorated. The vet suggested to give it a day or so, as it can make all the difference.... I will give it the time, but, I am not as optimistic at this point after losing Ernie a few days ago. This has been the week from hell.
SUNDAY UPDATE: Willow just went into surgery; at this point, I have no idea how
things will turn out but I must put his life into our Creators hands, what will be will be
Tuesday update: Willow still a bit lethargic, Vet seems optimistic he can come home in a few days; she is starting to wean off the pain meds in hopes he will get more clear eyed.
Not really sure if he recognized me today when I visited....hard to tell with the medication
************THURSDAY UPDATE: Willow is doing very well at this point according to the Vet and the vet techs. I call in often and they are much more confident than they have been in days. Keeping my fingers crossed he comes home in the next couple days. Cisco is very depressed without any of the other males here.************
*** Cisco passed away 6 weeks after Ernie. Terrible tragedy.
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This was sent to me by my flickr friend Sandy (neuro)
Your Pets In Heaven
by Ken D. Conover
"To have loved and then said farewell, is better than to have never loved at all.
For all of the times that you have stooped and touched my head, fed me my favorite treat and returned the love that I so unconditionally gave to you.
For the care that you gave to me so unselfishly.
For all of these things I am grateful and thankful.
I ask that you not grieve for the loss, but rejoice in the fact that we lived, loved and touched each others lives.
My life was fuller because you were there, not as a master/owner, but as my FRIEND.
Today I am as I was in my youth. The grass is always green, butterflies flit among the flowers and the Sun shines gently down upon all of God's creatures.
I can run, jump, play and do all of the things that I did in my youth. There is no sickness, no aching joints and no regrets and no aging.
We await the arrival of our lifelong companions and know that togetherness is forever.
You live in our hearts as we do in yours. Companions such as you are so rare and unique.
Don't hold the love that you have within yourself. Give it to another like me and then I will live forever. For love never really dies, and you are loved and missed as surely as we are."
Your Pets In Heaven
PHOTO: Charles Lindbergh's "Spirit of St. Louis"
(History.com) May 12 - The body of aviation hero Charles Lindbergh’s baby is found on this day in 1932, more than two months after he was kidnapped from his family’s Hopewell, New Jersey, mansion.
Lindbergh, who became the first worldwide celebrity five years earlier when he flew The Spirit of St. Louis across the Atlantic, and his wife Anne discovered a ransom note in their 20-month-old child's empty room on March 1. The kidnapper had used a ladder to climb up to the open second-floor window and had left muddy footprints in the room. The ransom note demanded $50,000 in barely literate English.
The crime captured the attention of the entire nation. The Lindbergh family was inundated by offers of assistance and false clues. Even Al Capone offered his help from prison, though it of course was conditioned on his release. For three days, investigators had found nothing and there was no further word from the kidnappers. Then, a new letter showed up, this time demanding $70,000.
It wasn't until April 2 that the kidnappers gave instructions for dropping off the money. When the money was finally delivered, the kidnappers indicated that little baby Charles was on a boat called Nelly off the coast of Massachusetts. However, after an exhaustive search of every port, there was no sign of either the boat or the child.
On May 12, a renewed search of the area near the Lindbergh mansion turned up the baby's body. He had been killed the night of the kidnapping and was found less than a mile from the home. The heartbroken Lindberghs ended up donating the home to charity and moved away.
The kidnapping looked like it would go unsolved until September 1934, when a marked bill from the ransom turned up. Suspicious of the driver who had given it to him, the gas station attendant who had accepted the bill wrote down his license plate number. It was tracked back to a German immigrant, Bruno Hauptmann. When his home was searched, detectives found $13,000 of Lindbergh ransom money.
Hauptmann claimed that a friend had given him the money to hold and that he had no connection to the crime. The resulting trial again was a national sensation. Famous writers Damon Runyan and Walter Winchell covered the trial. The prosecution's case was not particularly strong. The main evidence, apart from the money, was testimony from handwriting experts that the ransom note had been written by Hauptmann and his connection with the type of wood that was used to make the ladder.
Still, the evidence and intense public pressure was enough to convict Hauptmann. In April 1935 he was executed in the electric chair.
Kidnapping was made a federal crime in the aftermath of this high-profile crime.
Featured in this issue of Collier’s is a new novel by Kathleen Norris, the highest paid female author of her day. Kathleen Thompson Norris (1880-1966) was a prolific author, producing over 80 novels in addition to numerous short stories and articles. Norris was a regular contributor to leading magazines such as Atlantic, Collier’s, and Ladies' Home Journal. Her first novel, “Lost Sunrise,” appeared in 1909 and was immediately popular. By the end of her career her books had sold over ten million copies.
Norris’ new novel, “Heartbroken Melody,” tells the story of a business girl who has known the joys of a first love and, later, in her half-amused comprehension when she looked back on that love as a thing finished. The story captures a sense of emotional evolution – a journey from the heights of youthful passion to a reflective, perhaps wistful, acknowledgement of its impermanence. The protagonist can both smile at the naivety of her past self and embrace the bittersweet nature of growing up, viewing it through the lens of experience and humor.
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I am very sad and heartbroken. Black Jack one of my former fosters died lat night. He had gone to live with a fellow rescuer and friend who loved him as much as me. As some of you know he had a pretty rough life and had Cushings. He was 9 years old. From what I was told he was fine all day but not too long ago went into the bedroom breathed a long sigh and was gone. Thank you Cathy Shoultz for giving him the best life he probably ever had. RIP my sweet boy.
Cal got me this shirt for my birthday, I love it! :)
Are you single/taken/heartbroken/confused?
- Taken and married! :)
What if I told you that you were pretty?
-I would say, "Thank you very much," and possibly hug you.
What are you looking forward to in the next week?
- I couldn't tell you because I don't know what my schedule will look like.
Do you want to be single?
- I never want to be single again!
Have you pretended to like someone?
- No.
Honestly, has anyone seen you in your underwear in the past 3 months?
- Yes.
Is it hard for you to get over someone?
- Sometimes but I don't have to worry about that ever again.
What would you name your future daughter?
- Ellie Mae or Sara Alizabeth
Are you good at hiding your feelings?
-No, not really.
Are you listening to music right now?
- Not at the moment.
How is your heart lately?
- Perfect.
Are you wearing socks?
- No, especially with it being 102 outside.
What do people call you?
- Shelby or Shelbs
Will you talk to the person you like tonight?
-Absolutley! I mean we live together since we're married. :P
When was the last time a member of the opposite sex hugged you?
- 1:30 today before he left for work.
Do you get stressed out easily?
- Sometimes.
Who do you go to when you need to talk to someone?
- Cal, my mom, Danielle.
What is on your wrists right now?
- A lovely burn :(
What do you like better: hot chocolate or hot apple cider?
- Depends, if it is around Christmas then hot apple cider any other time hot chocolate. I know I'm weird.
Are you a good artist?
- Haha, nope.
Do you miss the way things were six months ago?
- Not at all.
Ever stayed up all night on the phone, with who?
- Yeah, with Cal.
Do you use chap stick?
- No.
Do you have a little sister?
- No.
Have you hugged someone within the last week?
-Yes! I've hugged several people actually.
What were you doing at midnight last night?
- Almost back from taking Paul and Dani back to their car after our double date! :)
Have you ever regretted kissing someone?
- Yes
Were your last three kisses from the same person?
- Yes.
Will next Friday be a good one?
-I'll make sure of it! :)
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#43 of 365 project
This afternoon, I had fully intended to go out and shoot something nice. Outside, since I've been posting a lot of the stuff from around my house in this project.
But when helping my wife with dinner, we ran out of olive oil, so I had to refill our bottle.
I took a few macros of the bubbles in the oil and while they turned out really cool, I backed up for this one and to my surprise got a really fantastic image transposed from the light through the bottle.
It almost reminds me of a heartbroken woman, wallowing in sorrow.
Well, that time has come, the time I was dreading. I drove up the lane, saw the "For Sale" sign, and burst into tears. I didn't expect it until Friday :(
I love my house, I hope whoever buys it feels the same. My house has a heart and a soul, it has kept me safe and it's my sanctuary.
Can't stop crying.... soft sod !!
Hankies For The Heartbroken and HayFeverish.
We made these at Brown Owls last night.
We got the idea from the very excellent benignobjects.blogspot.com/
We Used:
Blue B6 Print Gocco
Gocco HiMesh B6 Screens
ATM card as squeegee
Green Gocco Fabric Ink
New Handkerchief
A neighbor of ours recently found out that she has bladder cancer. I went to her house today to drop off some mail that accidentally got delivered to our house, and I noticed that their welcome sign was broken like this. It made me sad, reminding me of how heartbroken she and her family must have felt when they heard the bad news.
Before I went back home, I fixed their sign. Hopefully she can beat the cancer, and they'll be able to fix their heartbreak as well.
I flew down to Los Angeles for a few days to do some plane spotting. This was my first airplane trip since February, before the pandemic took off. I was nervous at first but Alaska Air did an awesome job. I decided to skip a rental car this time; instead I stayed at the Homewood Suites/H Hotel near the airport. It has an awesome open air terrace on the 12th floor that has great views of the north and south runways at LAX. Like an idiot, I wasn't paying attention to my camera settings; half the photos were not sharp so I zapped them I was heartbroken by this, however, I will be back.
I was surprised by the air traffic - it wasn't anywhere close to pre-pandemic levels but it was quite busy with many flights from Asia and Europe. Who was on these planes?
I took these photos in October 2020.
夕陽西下，斷腸人在天涯。
As the sun declines westward, the heartbroken one wanders at the sky’s end.
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Photographer :
黃玉慧
Huang Yu-hui
Location : 約旦 Jordan
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We are all extremely heartbroken. Earlier this month Bruno passed away. He was only ill for a very short time, but a very aggressive lymphoma took him from us after only a week of symptoms. There was absolutely nothing we could do except for loving him and giving him comfort care.
Every year since 2008 we have done a family Canada day photo with us four humans and the dogs together in a shot. We are also often a little delayed in shooting it so calling it a "Canada Day photo" is a rough approximation at best.We keptt getting delayed by busyness of schedules and weather. But when we knew Bruno was ill it was time to put on the t shirts and head out for the photo - in the beginning of October. I don't usually post family photos here, but this summed him up. He was the centre of everything and he knew it. He thrived in it. And we loved him for it. We miss him so much that it hurts.
Much of the write-up below is from a post in Eva's project in the 52 weeks group as we posted it there first.
He was such a great dog and a big personality. We miss him more than can be imagined.
In his 9 years with us he made us smile every day.
He entered our life full of energy and lack of self control by diving head first into a McDonalds bag within 10 minutes of being in our car, and when we pulled him out he had his mouth full of french fries.
In many ways he never grew up. He was always there, inserting himself into family fun, love, sadness, and chill time. He loved life wherever we were - at home, at the lake, or traveling to and from the lake.
He was confident that everyone loved him, to the point that he once climbed in a minivan that wasn't ours while he was on a loose lead and my wife was chatting to someone on the street. When she spotted him he was begging for goldfish crackers from the kids in their car seats.
He loved the water and dock jumping like no one else. He jumped so well that people would stop their boats to watch the show he was putting on.
Many times he landed on Eva while jumping off the dock. For some reason she stopped jumping with him.
Even though he loved water, he hated the canoe. One the one canoe ride we did with him he shook uncontrollably and then jumped out almost tipping the canoe so he could swim back to shore. We made it about 100 feet from the dock.
His brains were not smart. And that was perfect. He never figured out that when someone walked past the back of the house in the park they did not teleport to our front window.
He was just tall enough to peek his eyes over the edge of the kitchen table to catch blueberries that we rolled to him at breakfast.
His most heinous crime was once knocking Eva over while she was pooping. A crime that he found so funny that he ran around the yard with the biggest smile until she tackled him and disciplined him (which he let her do even though she was half of his weight).
When he got excited he lost all semblance of self control. He once dragged my daughter through deep snow while she held onto his lead because he spotted a dog that he wanter to say hi to about 200 yards away.
He is the one that let Aggie stop being so scared. Aggie trusted him so much that she would do whatever he did. Including demanding brushing after he was done and coming in for fake ear wipes whenever we needed to treat him for an ear infection/yeast overgrowth. During her first year as a 52 week dog he was in the room with her for almost every photo.
If you needed a laugh, he was there for you. If someone needed a hug he was happy to join in. If someone needed a cry, he would let them cry into his fur in a quiet and strong hug.
Every time he went to the vet he would climb on and off the scale repeatedly trying to get a cookie every time he went on it. He would also eat Aggie's cookies when she was too scared. He also shoved his face in every cat carrier to see if the cats wanted to say hi.
He loved yelling at squirrels at the lake. Even if he didn't know where they were.
He once ate half a role of paper towels on a car trip to the lake, then had white poops for the next three days,
His bottom teeth were crooked, his breath was sweet, and he required 30 minutes of hair care every time he went swimming.
He would bring his water toy to us every day at the lake asking to go for a swim. Even when the lake was frozen solid in the middle of winter.
He loved cuddling but would over heat. His favorite toys were stuffed dinosaurs, especially the tiny 4 inch long one that I bought by mistake on Amazon.
He wore hats and sunglasses better than anyone else. He never learned how to shake a paw, but he did learn that if he walked between your legs he could get a butt scritchie (deep finger scratch/pet on his hips). He also learned to slap you if you stopped petting before he was done.
He was everyone's friend. He had trouble posing for pictures as he never figured out that stay command - it made no sense why he should be ten feet away when he wanted to be right beside you.
He made the best COVID Santa posing for photos with our kids in his Santa costume when the mall Santas were closed. Even though the "large" Santa costume from Amazon was way too small so he wore it like a crop top.
He gave us over 3,390 perfect happy days. And we will miss him forever.
Eva and Aggie are doing okay, but the house sure does seem quiet without his big hairy happy presence. Our hearts hurt, but he gave us so much of his heart over the years that we will heal and keep his memory with us forever.
My grandma used to always tell me: "You have to Prepare for the worst, hope for the best....and expect the unexpected." That advice...has stayed with me...ever since she first said it to me.
Expect the unexpected..that part rings in my ears..
I'm at home....not even fully dressed....when I hear a knock on my door. My son runs to open it and some random dude is there...he ask's me for my name and then serves me with papers. I was sooo embarrassed. I couldn't even get up to grab the papers..so this dude has to walk in my house....and serve me with EFFIN' papers. My ex.....him and his damn perfect timing.....sometimes I sware he has a camera that follows me everywhere I go and whenever the perfect time comes up...he strikes. He beats me down with more of his indifference and indecision. Nothing that he told me...was in these papers...in fact the papers were a complete and total mess....they spelled my son's name wrong......and even gave him the wrong friggin birthdate.....what the hell is that....what pisses me off is that my ex is the one giving him the information. What have I been fighting for then?? I feel like an idiot..I have fought for him to be in my son's life for sooooo long now....and now I feel like I have been betrayed and duped. Then my mom calls me and tells me that she is starting chemo tomorrow as well. I thought it was supposed to be just radiation.....now she starts chemo. Sometimes I Feel she isn't telling me something.
But you know what tomorrow is....MY birthday...so at this point....my birthday is going to suck. Yes...i'm being negative and right now I don't care. I am so livid....so heartbroken...I can hardly see str8.
every single time I start to get a footing....my foot is grabbed and I slip.
Maybe I am not making any sense right now...and I am sorry for that. But I needed to just get this off my chest....and I am so upset...
I need to eat something....but I can't...I have been crying my eyes out, but I don't want to. I need a moment to myself..but I am single mom and don't have that luxury...I need to get away...but no can do.
So here I am facing this head on......like a friggin champ.....but I feel like I have been beat to a pulp.
Jen's silly cat, it disappeared a few months later. Some say an urban coyote got it, I think it was either a car or it died. Jen's heartbroken and blames her former neighbor of stealing it.
一千個傷心的理由 . 張學友
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I was heartbroken when BLM removed him from his wild home. Then he was adopted before I could get him and has spent several months in a tiny pen all alone, looking out at his family band running free & wild.
I finally met the adopter some months ago & told her I would always be there for him, if she ever had problems or wanted to sell him after she got title.
She called me a few days ago. Due to personal issues, she cannot care for him properly at this time and asked if I could still get him to the ranch with his 3 brothers.
I spoke to the loving advocate family at the ranch & they have all agreed whole heartedly that Running Sage should be able come home to the ranch & be reunited with his family band brothers! I am elated!!! At the adopters request, he will be loved & cared for there, as best I could ever wish for!
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I'm absolutely heartbroken to say that our friend, Gary Minniss, passed away on June 19, 2009, after a long battle with cancer. I wish I'd had the chance to meet him in person. Rest in Peace, Gary.