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While I think about all I have to be grateful for on this Thanksgiving day, I can't help but be heartbroken by the death of the six children in Chattanooga TN a few days ago in a horrible school bus accident. It reminded me of a very similar accident back in 1959 in Garrett County MD that I learned about this summer. We visited this memorial back in June, and I was very moved by the joyful sculpture and beautiful poem.
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Dear Sweet Vi ...
Little Nicola is leading us all in prayer today ...
for your dear sweet Izzie ...
We are so saddened to hear that he is not doing well, and feel so heartbroken for you, sweet Vi.
We love you, and are sending our thoughts and prayers "across the miles" ...
xoxo
Love Nicola, Heidi, and ALL the girls here at BFA ...
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Tagged by: Amy, Oliver and Tiffany
Are you single/taken/heartbroken/confused?
Taken
What if I told you that you were pretty?
I'd say thank you with my puppy eyes
What are you looking forward to in the next week?
no plans, it to much rainy..
Do you want to be single?
No
Have you pretended to like someone?
never
Is it hard for you to get over someone?
yes...
What would you name your future daughter?
when i was kid i had few names on my mind but now i feel like i need wait to choose :)
baby personality and fings like this
Are you good at hiding your feelings?
im good actress, but I prefer to be honest
Are you listening to music right now?
no but was b4 come to work
How is your heart lately?
beating :p
Are you wearing socks?
yes dude
What do people call you?
Diuli when good mood but if i did somefing not so pleasant my whole name, Diuliane :p
Will you talk to the person you like tonight?
probable by mail
When was the last time a member of the opposite sex hugged you?
saturday
Do you get stressed out easily?
Yes
Who do you go to when you need to talk to someone?
my loved one
What is on your wrists right now?
sleeves, its winter :)
What do you like better: hot chocolate or hot apple cider?
hot chocolate
Are you a good artist?
i know how to do many fings but i dont feel like im really good in somefing :x
Do you miss the way things were six months ago?
no, miss the past maybbe can mean that im not doing right the present
Ever stayed up all night on the phone, with who?
No, im to much sleepy :p
Do you use chap stick?
not to much but yes i use :)
Do you have a little sister?
not a little but im the older one, Fran is 21 and Andressa 13 (she is not so little any+)
Have you hugged someone within the last week?
very tight
What were you doing at midnight last night?
i was watching the last ep of Game Of Thrones second season! im so anxious for the 3º season
Have you ever regretted kissing someone?
Yes, teenage days
Were your last three kisses from the same person?
Yes
Will next Friday be a good one?
I hope so
If you tagged means that i really want you to answer this same questions :D
I grew up in Iowa, on a farm, surrounded by animals. Pigs, namely. Much of my desire to be a veterinarian was fueled by my environment, and I used to spend long hours in the barn, kneeling on a bed of straw, helping piglets be born and nurse and thrive.
One of the defining moments of my childhood was a night I spent trying to revive a piglet that had recently been born, one that seemed to have a pulse but failed to breathe. I only had the faintest idea of what I was doing, and, honestly - knowing what I know now - I couldn't have done anything differently. But my failure to save that one life was particularly heartbreaking, and as I walked out of the barn that night and stared up at the cold December night sky, the stars so chillingly bright, I remember vowing that someday I'd be able to save those lives.
Fast forward about twenty years, include a Bachelor's in Animal Science and a Doctorate in Veterinary Medicine... and I still sometimes I can't save them. Today I watched a lovely, sweet, young patient crash shockingly and unexpectedly, and despite all the treatments and medicine and therapy that "should" have made a difference... it didn't. A few hours of trying, a few hours of watching that animal struggle and suffer... a few hours of pacing, of hand-wringing, of heart-pounding worry... and in the end, when I had permission to end it all, I cried while doing so, and that feeling of helplessness returned. The sense of futility that my younger self had once experienced reared its ugly head again.
I blame it on the wild ideals of my younger self, who thought that with proper knowledge and medicine any animal could be saved. This is far from the truth, of course... but deep down, a part of me is still so very heartbroken when those beliefs are sometimes gently, sometimes cruelly, proven wrong.
No comments necessary, really (or any words... I'm fine, just introspective), so I'm going to turn them off. In the meantime, these sheep make me happy, as they always do. Maybe they can make you happy too.
(It appears that if you belong to a Flickr Group that this photo is in, you can comment... didn't realize that.)
Unfortunately, the Swirl was so upset because he destroyed her precious handkerchief, she continued on her way and never looked back.
The gentleman was heartbroken...
The end.
she is very sick, so its Hopeful furry Friday.
a few hours later, I had to let her go. I am heartbroken.
2000-2014
Here is how I'll remember her:
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Lonely Heart
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February 18, 2011.
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Well, those aren't my hands.
Compulsion.
If I were to paint compulsion in imagery, it would be flaming hot, fiery tongues of fire, in ethereal shades of brilliant sunset and heartbroken scarlet, licking at a human running from it, consuming its silhouette, flickering. Monstrous, yet dangerously beautiful, attracting you to it, forcing your eyes to consume it with silent longing.
That's what makes me continue.
I will never give up.
My boy Marley went missing on 4/11/17 and I am heartbroken!!!
I've had him for a little over 8 years and he has never wondered off. He has always stayed within eyeshot of my house!!! I've looked everywhere surrounding my house with no signs of him. With the drug problem that's running so rapid in Southern Ohio I'm afraid that someone may have picked him up to sale for drug money or there is a big Trade Days Flea Market taking place this weekend in the Scioto County just south of me. If any of my flickr friends in my surrounding area happens to see or hears anything please contact to me asap by commenting or emailing me. Thank You!!!
Clyde has been very ill for the last 6 months. He passed away on 1/13/16 (10 days ago... I just couldn't work the pic for a while), at the age of four and a half. FOUR AND A HALF!!!!
I am heartbroken over the unfairness of death. This dog did not deserve to go so young. He was the sweetest thing on the planet and my all time favorite photographic subject, since I started watching him at three months old.
What did he die of, you ask.... congestive heart failure. He put up a brave fight as did his "Peeps". They had the fluid in his lungs cleaned out just about every week or so. They are crushed by this loss.
Clyde was beyond special. You can witness that through all the pics I posted of him, here on flickr. Just put his name in the search button.
This is the last picture I took of him three weeks before his passing.
Hope to see you again someday, Clyde... You will be greatly missed...
Her name Aleya Begum.
she came our home for some money. I was a little annoyed that aren't u able to work? Then she began to speak that her husband left her, she was housemaid for earn money to pay her children education cost. Today children are educated but now they hate her.. and thrown out from the house ! Aleya lost everything and so much sick also; that's why she is begging and live in a slum on the street. U know! That day when i was stand front of her, i could not hold back my tears. I just briefly describe here but that was a long and painful story.
Even the strongest material used to withstand the sea can crack, allowing light to shine through. It is with this hope that i hold, that one day, the shield that you've suddenly put before me, will crack and give us another chance.
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Condemn china and stop buying any thing Chinese; they only understand the word of money . China gives a damn to Peace talk and militarily too powerful ; they can only be stopped through economic warfare. No UN or US sanction is needed ( they will never dare to do that) let there be a Sanction from The Peace Loving Population of this world. Boycott every product which is “Made in China”. Let there be a People’s Economic Blocked. Save Tibet .
### This is an open forum ; it is not necessary that I support all the opinions expressed here.
A HEARTBROKEN lighthouse keeper’s ghost has taken up residence at a famous North Wales landmark.
The silvery, 7ft figure has made his haunting of Talacre Lighthouse permanent, some 50ft above the popular North Wales beach, following countless sightings by local residents and visitors. But The Keeper is a sculpture made of highly polished stainless steel, being the culmination of a project between the lighthouse owner and Flintshire coastal rangers.
For years there have been reports of an apparition, that of a lighthouse keeper, seen patrolling the balcony or inside the lantern room at Talacre Lighthouse. Many of the sightings have been in broad daylight.
Inspired by the resident ghost, lighthouse owner James McAllister and Flintshire County Council’s coastal unit wanted to bring him to life and commissioned a local artist to create a sculpture.
James said: “As owner of Talacre Beach Caravan Park I often hear stories from residents and guests that they’ve seen something on the lighthouse, or their dogs have reacted strangely around it, as if they sense something.
“We had a medium investigate and she made the connection to a keeper called Raymond, who may have died of a fever and a broken heart. It seems like he was a rather lonely figure, so I’m hoping that his new guest will be company for him and will go some way to soothing his anguish.”
The sculpture idea quickly developed into a serious art project and required listed building planning consent to be installed. It has taken two years to complete.
Angela Smith’s design is inspired by the coastline’s marine life.
Constructed by a local blacksmith, The Keeper is made from hundreds of highly polished, medical-grade stainless steel sea creature shapes, making him rust-resistant.
He reflects natural light and gaps between the shapes allow wind to blow through, potentially allowing him to make a suitably ghostly moaning noise.
Mike Taylor, senior ranger for Flintshire County Council Countryside Services, is delighted the project has come to fruition and hopes the sculpture will become an attraction in its own right.
He said: “We believe The Keeper is a fitting tribute to this coast’s maritime heritage and marine wildlife, and of course to the ghost of Talacre Lighthouse.
The vibrant Japanese Rose.
I have a few pots of japanese roses and these are tiny flowers that grow in abundance. Tiny, but vibrant. I normally look at them as `the tiny pink flowers' but when I decided to do some macro shots, I was pleasantly surprised to find another flower within a flower.
Sadly today, I found out that another close family member had been diagnosed with cancer. And I am really heartbroken. This Japanese rose reminds me to look closer and spend a little more time .... on what's important.
Gonna be busy for a while. To all my muslim friends, Selamat Hari Raya!
Will be off to Singapore at the end of the week for a short break and to visit family.
Have a good week ahead Flickr Friends.
"...you literally hand them the razor with a map of where to cut deepest and most painfully on your heart and soul."
- Sherrilyn Kenyon, Devil May Cry
You don't have to date someone to risk getting your heart broken. Any time you love someone—family member, friend, anyone—you risk getting your heart broken. But the crazy thing is, is that it's worth it. Loving someone is one of the greatest gifts you can give—and receive. Being hurt like that can be so painful. You feel so many things. Regret, sadness, sometimes anger, insecurity, doubt. Then you aren't sure who to trust and you're scared everyone else is going to hurt you eventually. Moving on is hard. You learn though. And eventually the pain lessens, and you remember all of the great things that happened between the two of you. You have a choice though. You have to decide if you're going to resent that person and blame them for everything, or you can forgive them and appreciate the times you had together, realize that it's a part of life; people come and go. Just because someone hurts you doesn't mean your relationship with them was a waste. Then sometimes you have a choice to let them back in to your life or not. You have the choice to hand them that razor again and chance having them either hurt you all over again or love you more than they ever did before. That's not something we can predict. And that's what makes the choice so hard every single time.
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Our sweet Brady passed away in late January due to suspected hermangiosarcoma. We are heartbroken but so very thankful for the 13 years we spent with him. Last September we fulfilled our dream of moving to Maine. When we daydreamed about the move, we never thought Brady would still be with us, but thanks to COVID we were able to move much sooner than we’d planned. Brady rode across the country with us, stayed in 5 different hotels, ate lots of hamburgers, and then settled in to his new home, where he had 3 beds and access to a nearby beach. He loved having us home all day and he had us well-trained in pats and treat dispensing. He was the perfect pandemic companion and we miss him greatly. I wish he could have stayed with us longer but it just wasn’t meant to be. Thank you to everyone who has followed Brady here. We will have another dog eventually and I plan to be back here. In the meantime, I may post a few more pix from his adventures here.
You don’t know this yet, because today is only the last day of August 2021, but you will be heartbroken and very sad and mad this December when your desperate attempt to return here to Las Vegas to attend the George Strait Show at the T-Mobile Arena, and to attend the Reba McEntire and Brooks & Dunn Show at Caesars Palace will be unsuccessful! 😔😒 You don’t know this today, but you will become terribly fearful that both George Strait and Reba McEntire may have performed their last shows in Las Vegas and may be considering retirement! 😕😧
Bummer!!
But in the meantime, your fabulous seven day Solo Vegas Fling has come to its conclusion! But unlike George Strait and Reba McEntire, you will return! You won’t be back this December, but you will be back in April of 2022 to celebrate your birthday. So go home today and be patient. Make sure you and your very lovely lady get your Pfizer COVID-19 Booster Shots. Do try to convince your very lovely lady that the Coronavirus Global Pandemic will go away one day. Have a nice flight home. 😌