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Mary Grace Locker, my Mom, died December 9th. She'd been suffering from emphysema for many years. In fact, six years ago, she was given six months to live. But Mom was stubborn and modern medicine is a wondrous thing. She held on to see the birth of her 12th-and-probably-last grandchild (3rd granddaughter). Her death was sudden, earlier than expected and it's been hard on us. Dad is heartbroken. They were married nearly 52 years.
We tried to get her to write down the things she'd seen in her life, the stories she'd tell us about growing up on a farm during the Great Depression and WWII. But she preferred to tell us. And when I went back for her funeral, I found that each of us had some stories Mom had told one, but not the others. I think she did that unintentionally, but it has worked out so that we all have shared memories ... and a few that are ours alone. She had to do that with nine kids - make us feel like we were all parts of a greater whole, but unique individuals too.
So this photo is a tribute to Mom. It might not seem much. To me, though, it's about Mom's love of nature and keeping natural things around to soothe the soul (apple gourds, leaves, rocks and fossils galore), and salvaging everything whether it's a little kid's hurt feelings or a basket well past its prime. The strawflower on the old chair really makes me think of Mom - they were the first seeds she and I ever planted together. I doubt this flower is in any way related to those we planted 35 years ago other than being in the same species. But I saw it and I knew - I may not see her, but Mom is here.
When Love Came Knocking Your Door -
Valentine is next Tuesday, here’s a themed story for tonight. Is it possible to fall in love at first sight? Might be, but more often than not, it is the opposite. The feeling is gradual, unwitting and unanticipated spurt of throbbing heart at the next second. This was what happened when a moth touched down for the umpteen times on the same spot and suddenly understood. Unfortunately, her love interest never felt the same. The fully furled fiddlehead received the strange settler as a transient in September.
Moth: Out of the blue, among the staghorn, maidenhair and asparagus my eyes caught, just you. Approve or do not, to sit in silence I cannot. Would you let me hide on your underside and be my Valentine?
Fern: You knocked at the wrong door. I am waiting for a butterfly with lime wings. Your parallel stripes are not right and incompatible with my vertical lines.
Moth: In terms of color, contour and mobility we are truly in opposition, but I’m set to skew the angle at which I rest so we could see eye-to-eye. I’ll alter my position, for you I would.
Fern: Can war and peace exist in hand at the same time? Some things are not meant to be. We are mismatched as a lacy shirt contesting a leather jacket with brass spikes.
Moth: How difficult is it to accept exception instead of the norm? Why do you care so much about the insignificances? At random, rain can stay while the sun is out.
Fern: Bistre is off-balance with green and mobile is contradicting with static. We are inappropriate together and just don’t fit. I wished you luck placing your devotion elsewhere.
For a precious season, the diurnal moth came every night to prove. While the roses grew prettier and plentiful, the fern remained hard headed. Dip a Nabisco Oreo for too long in tea, the biscuit turns to mush and falls to the bottom. That’s how it was for the never tiring fighter on the inside. Three days short of the given two moths span, the moth serious about life lifted her wings for the last time to seek another bracken to belong.
Twist of fate, the fern became conscious what he let go is clearly missed. Birdwings, earwigs and lacewings came but it is just not the same; the heartbreaker gets heartbroken. His regrets over the wee huddles he wasn’t able to pass grew big. As days turn into nights, the fern waited and waited for the never returning moth. Each time the sky pours, the frogs take note how his tears air race down with the water drops on their heads. In the middle of emptiness, the fern called upon the reflection on the surface and spilled, “You’re the one”.
After two summers in grief, the frond of stubborn bricks wilted. There’s a lesson our flowerless plant left behind, triviality can rend asunder connecting lovelines. Surely love had granted his wish, without informing him when, until it’s too late.
At the end of the actual story of The Little Mermaid, the mermaid is heartbroken when her love marries another and instead of killing him she jumps from the boat takes her own life instead.
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I need some talking the nights I spent heartbroken;
But tonight I know,
I won't cry no more. ♥♥♥
-- Allah Yi7fa'6 ilModel :"")
Our 83 year old father said he could not live without a little guy in the house. He was heartbroken by the passing of the Pickle, and so my sister and I went on an urgent hunt for a similar dog. We found this little guy, whom our Dad decided to call "Shookie Levinson" after his friend, and the best dancer in the class of 1938 at Samuel Tilden High School in Brooklyn, NY. Go figure.
He will never be our beloved Pickle, but he will surely become our beloved Shookie Levinson.
I found this dead, slightly torn heart-shaped leaf one day. I thought it was beautiful in its own special way, it just needed a good background, so I placed it on this plant in our backyard.
I think the end result is amazing.
Today I went out for a photo shoot with my sister, Kendall. It wasn't too cold out. lol. I'll add some more from the shoot later.
I'm very excited; I've been booked to do Grad Photos and Wedding Photos in May :).
I can't wait, lol.
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A unique memorial to their only son. Lt. Robert Austin gave all for his country in 1943.
His heartbroken parents wanted him remembered. This is my small way of helping them in that vision.
With a very heavy heart and many tears I had to say goodbye to my Harvey yesterday. Thank you for all the great memories 💔
INNOCENT VICTIMS
What turns men into killing machines,
That blow apart lives and destroy innocent dreams?
Look into the eyes of a child and may the pain that you see,
Haunt you as much as it haunts me.
Innocent lives destroyed by the things that they saw,
In yet another pointless and brutal war.
Look at the tear stained face of a child whose home has been blown apart,
In a war he doesn't understand and he certainly didn't start.
Feel the pain of the child who has lost a limb,
Can you explain the reasons for this war to him?
Or the little girl weeping beside her dead mother,
While the ambulance crew try to save her brother.
Look at the orphans that this war did create,
And you'll see another generation who will learn how to hate.
For as a heartbroken child cries in the still of the night,
He dreams of the day when for revenge he will fight.
— Sandra Botha
A little boy had been trying for many days to capture one of the little birds that snacked in the family fields. He had tried over and over again to hide in the bushes and surprise one of those birds enough to get his hands on it. Finally, after many failed attempts, he captured his prize. And he couldn't wait to show his mommy. He wrapped his hands around that little bird and he ran all the way to his house. As soon as the little guy saw his mother, he proudly extended his cupped hands and said, "Mommy, I got a bird! He's really cute!" But his joy didn't last long. As he slowly opened his hands for his mother to see, he noticed the bird wasn't moving - or breathing. It was one heartbroken boy who cried, "Mommy, I was afraid I'd lose him. But I held him so tight, I crushed him."
you can avoid that unhealthy kind of love that crushes a child and often loses a child. A controlling parent, a manipulating parent, a guilt-tripping parent, a shaming parent, a dominating parent - those are parents who will ultimately produce the very results they fear by holding too tight. You may get some immediate compliance, but you're either going to cripple or drive away that child. Nagging and criticizing and pressuring only end up pushing them away from the very choices you so desperately were trying to get them to make.
You just keep sowing good seed in their life, knowing you don't reap the day after you sow. You keep offering them the safety of your unconditional love. You keep showing them how to make good decisions; not making all the decisions for them. You keep reminding them of the awesome person God made when He made them. You keep setting reasonable boundaries with reasonable penalties, and you be consistent with them. You keep listening to their heart. And you keep giving them back to God, and stop trying to be "God" in their life. Only He can be that.
Love them deeply - hold them loosely so they can learn to fly as God made them to.
-gospel.com
Praying for Minneapolis, Chicago, and their people tonight. Two towns where I have spent the vast majority of my life and love. So much senseless tragedy - just heartbreaking.
allusion to:
"eternal sunshine of the spotless mind"
wonderful weirdo movie
After a fight, Joel Barish discovers that his girlfriend Clementine Kruczynski has had her memories of him erased by the New York City firm Lacuna. Heartbroken, he decides to undergo the same procedure. In preparation, he records a tape for Lacuna, recounting his memories of their volatile relationship.
Joel re-experiences his memories of Clementine as they are erased, starting with their last fight. As he reaches earlier, happier memories, he realizes that he does not want to forget her. His mental projection of Clementine suggests that Joel hide her in memories that do not involve her.
She’s is such a sweet and beautiful creature who’s over 20 years old now. Sadly they don’t last forever. Within the next few days her journey comes to an end. We’re heartbroken.
After six months of waiting, today I received my trade set back from Cecile along with a lovely care package and the items she was able to complete for the trade. Despite everything I went through I'm guilted over receiving such lovely things from her for nothing. I'll make a post soon of what she sent and said in a moment... Also I'll add this set to my shop shorty. They returned in perfect condition which is a huge relief.
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Everyone knows I love trades. If find out a customer makes something I will often suggest a trade because I want to support my fellow craftsmen and artists. I going to finish all the trades I have going currently but I don't think I'll be taking any more. This is the second time I've been burned and with a trade there is not much I can do to get back my work or the value. I'm sad to loose this set because I loved it so. I made it special and went way over our set trade value, this set was almost double it, because I wanted to make something special for someone I thought was a friend. It's been several months and she won't even reply to my messages. I'm heartbroken.
We were really blessed to have Reggie, a petite sheltie, as a member of our family for 14 years. He was a sweet boy and loved to cuddle. So when the theme "Something Soft & Cuddly" surfaced of course I knew "who" I was going to add to the collection of softies. Such a cool story of how he came to join our family. We were seeking a housebroken dog (so around a year old or so). Found a beautiful sheltie and made all of the arrangements to purchase him. Had named him, brought all of the supplies and then the day before we were to bring him home the person who was selling him decided to keep him instead. Of course we were all heartbroken and so disappointed. Then a week later, what was intended to happen did. We found Reggie, who was unwanted (and free) because he was no longer a puppy and had an overbite (so a no go for breeding, which we could care less about, we thought it was cute how his tongue stuck out between his teeth) and the runt of the litter. Needless to say it was love at first sight and a total "win" "win". A few more of him, Loving Lake Life: flic.kr/p/2jog6Ko, Barking at HIS Lake: flic.kr/p/2jodwzm and a Final Farewell to His Girl: flic.kr/p/2johiwU .
We are heartbroken to say that our lovely Erica was so poorly that yesterday we took her vets to be put to sleep. She found us and brought Bloss with her and she showed me so much love and I loved her. Bloss is wondering where she is and we miss her, but I know it was time to go and be at peace.xxxxx
Today has been one of the hardest days of my life. Following the vets advice, we had to come to the painful decision to let our dear sweet gentle Podge go on his final journey. We are totally devastated so please forgive me if I am not very communicative just now. There is never a good time but this has to be one of the worst times to say goodbye to a beloved pet. Podge was 20 years, 3 months and 12 days old and I have known him for every second of his life as I saw him being born. My heart is broken, I loved this boy so much, he was such a character.
My beloved Max would have been one year old this weekend. We were stunned to learn two weeks ago that he had a heart defect in multiple chambers of his heart. He was in congestive heart failure with severe arrhythmias, then came home on multiple medications. This was the day he came home. You can see where they shaved his fur to do the echo cardiogram and to insert the IV.
He was still struggling to settle in when a blood clot entered his aorta one week later, and made his hind legs unusable. I could see he was in terrible pain and I knew that we could not let him suffer through that and everything else.
He came from our neighbor and probably he had been the runt of the litter and rejected first by his mama. He was my sweetest little baby. I am heartbroken for him and will miss him forever. His life was short but it was so full of love and fun and joy. We buried him under the apple tree near Gali and Dimi.
I'm reposting this because I just now saw an wonderful photostream of Boston and vicinity street photos. Such fun and so nostalgic for me... They were by fotosqrrl
The magnificent Dusty Button in Anthony Randazzo's lovely and wonderful class The class was onstage at The Boston Opera House. during The Boston Ballet Fiftieth Anniversary Alumni Reunion Weekend. Fantastic...:)
I was heartbroken to discover that the view from front row seats at the Boston Opera House cuts off the dancers' feet!!!! This may be okay for opera viewing, however, it is a disaster for dance photography!!!
I could get decent photos of dancers only while they were jumping! That was after the ballet class had moved from the barre to combinations in "the center." Notice the missing feet of the dancers who are not jumping...(:-(
Another interesting observation. The dancers exhibit different dance styles. I imagine it's because the dancers are from all over the world...
The original was in Flickr's Explore. Highest position: 3 on Monday, September 29, 2014
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Poppy 2004-2018
Poppy died of cancer, she had a growth and it was very aggressive. luckily she was not ill for long, I miss her so much, I'm heartbroken, she was always with me and now I feel very lonely without her, well I suppose at least I still have my Megan, she is missing her too.
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Sorry I am so far behind with comments and group work, also my laptop broke and it's taken a while for me to get a new one and now I'm stuggling to use it, it's so different to my old one and much faster than me :))
It is very frosty outside today and cold but the snow from the weekend has now all gone. I just hope the weather is going to start getting better now and this will be the last image of a snowstorm I will be posting. This is my adorable owner Charlie. He owns me not the other way round.
I lost my beautiful fellow September 2021 am completely heartbroken.
The story goes that a ravishing young princess from Maui was captured by a young warrior from Lanai. He took her as his wife and brought her back to his home island. He was so stricken with her beauty that he was afraid to let other men see her, and thus he confined the princess to a sea cave near the rock.
One day, as the warrior was away, the weather suddenly changed drastically, and the raging surf began to pound this side of the island. The warrior rushed back to the cave, but it was too late: His beloved Puu Pehe had drowned. Heartbroken, he retrieved her body and, with the help of the gods, climbed the steep rock island, where he buried her in a tomb. Overcome with grief, the warrior then leaped off the rock to his death.
Puu Pehe is situated about 150 feet offshore between Manele Bay and Hulopoe Bay along the island’s southern coastline. A closer look at this picturesque sea stack reveals, indeed, a tomb-like structure resting at the summit. Archeologists who have studied the rock will tell you that there are no human remains in this “tomb.” The tomb, in fact, may actually be a bird heiau (temple) constructed by the ancient Hawaiians, as numerous bones from sea birds have been found near the heiau.
I proposed to my wife here.
We are “borrowing the world from our children” and we are not playing nice. We may be the first generation in history to leave our world worse off for our children.
At a time where I sometimes feel overwhelmed by the troubles around the world, speechless and heartbroken at the things we do to each other and our planet, yesterdays Strike for Climate Change gave me hope. The march belonged to the children, the students who came out in the tens of thousands, holding signs and chanting for change. For many, including my daughter (not pictured), it will have been a first. Hopefully, not the last.
They were joined by us old folk, who came along to support them and their dream for a better future - a war cry for action.
I fear they will not be heard yet but maybe when politicians realise that the children are only a few years off voting, they might be compelled to take action, albeit kicking and screaming.
Keep chanting for change young people. One day you will be heard. I am proud.
This young fellow followed Molly and Alicia home last night. We tried to find his ower, but there was no-one around. He has no ID and no-one so far has reported him missing. He's mostly labrador and still a pup. Bless. Hope we find his owner as they must be heartbroken!
Holywell, Huntingdonshire
Overlooking the Great Ouse river, The Old Ferry Boat is reputedly England's oldest inn. Located in the hamlet of Holywell, the thatched roof and white stonework have remained for many years, This ancient pub has a rich history.
The Old Ferry Boat Inn boasts a haunting story, which becomes immediately apparent when you spot the grave under the bar. Staff and customers have reported strange goings on at the pub from lights refusing to switch off to things going bump in the night.
The lovely pub is widely reputed as one of the 'most haunted' in Cambridgeshire, alongside The Eagle in Cambridge.
On March 17, 1050, a local girl who was only 17 at the time, fell passionately in love with a forester called Tom Zoul. Sadly, Tom didn't return her love and heartbroken Juliet hung herself from a tree near the Inn so that Tom would see her body on his way to work. In another version of the story, Juliet drowned herself in the River Ouse, instead of hanging herself.
But whatever the cause of her untimely death, Juliet was buried in the unhallowed ground close to the Inn. Because of the stigma attached to suicide in the 11th century, and her grave was marked only with a plain stone slab.
Over the years the pub has been developed and extended, and Juliet's grave slab has become part of the interior. The slab can be seen in the bar today, and rumor has it that Juliet's ghostly form rises from the river at midnight on March 17, every year, and glides towards her grave.
Many people claim to have seen the heartbroken phantom, while others have commented on the eerie feeling associated with the ancient pub.
For hundreds of years a ferry crossed the river at this point. One famous passenger, Hereward the Wake. used it to escape from the Norman invaders.
I was kinda shocked that she went to rehab BUT I'm glad that she want a help and she knew she had problems. I'm sure she wanted start all over and starts a fresh life and put all bad things behind her. and DONT KILL ME OR HATE ME! I personally think Joe kinda made it little worst because he brought Ashley to their tour and Demi was still trying to move on and was still heartbroken. I think It was asshole of him for doing that. He made it even more emotional and more akward. Okay I'm done.
Created for the WPC Week 196
Original source by Hank Conner
Model by dazzle-stock
Texture by rubyblossom
I am heartbroken to hear of this great loss and injury. My prayers and my heartfelt thoughts are with you.
"Old story has it, as we go thru life we really don't really change. we just become more of the same. You look around you as the years go by, and it seems a very valid premise. People dont change. As a matter of fact most of us resist change very strongly. Yet change is a sure thing. The only variable is rate. Slow we read as evolution, and fast as revolution." ~ Forget
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Today, I think i just lost my best friend.... for reasons I'm not really wanting to go into. For now, perhaps its for the best, but I can't help but be heartbroken about it. It feels so surreal, almost like a deja vu. This exact senario has happened to me more times than I can count.... maybe its just part of the curse of being me. Somehow I gotta figure out how to keep this from happening in the future, cuz it always hurts... but I dont know how to, because its always comes as a complete suprise. maybe I'm just naive. /sigh
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we all share the yearning for a place to call our own, marking our presence in the world with our relationships, creations and items that represent us. we dream, share pain, laughter, love, hate, joy, anger and yet we focus not on our similarities but our differences. we let governments speak for us. our voices silent and lost in the masses. ignorance is bliss until someone we love is lost through actions of those who will never be held accountable. the internet draws us all closer making friends of strangers. a place where we learn from each other, realise we're not alone and that the world is a smaller place than we could ever believe. no one really wants to fight, we all know that conflict never solves the problem and it's always due to greed and inflated egos. it's about time for weapons to be removed from all sides, temper tantrums checked and for those we elected to respect the positions we gave them and to respect us. our humanity should unite not divide us. i for one am heartbroken when hearing and seeing anguish every time i watch the news. i'm tired of feeling so helpless. i'm tired of feeling so achingly powerless. and i'm sure in that i'm not alone. those of us who live in a world where we wake and sleep in a soft warm bed, wander with loose change in our pockets, a world where we can drive through the nights to sweet music, dine out under twinkling stars, glasses clinking and ears warmed with sweet conversations. i hope you realise we already live in shelter. we are sheltered.
let's be kind to one another <3
just some thoughts.. wishing you all a lovely weekend!
Italy, Campania, Capri from Naples
Capri is an island located in the Tyrrhenian Sea off the Sorrento Peninsula, on the south side of the Gulf of Naples in the Campania region of Italy. A popular resort destination since the Roman Republic, it is famous worldwide for its natural beauty, historic sites, and upscale tourism. The legend of Capri. Once upon a time, there lived two young people in love. His name was Vesuvius, and hers was Capri. Unfortunately, the families of the two lovers opposed their love. And to separate the couple, Capri’s family took her far away so she couldn’t see Vesuvius anymore. Capri, pregnant and heartbroken, jumped into the sea and killed herself, becoming an island. When Vesuvius found out what had happened to his beloved, he turned into a silent mountain that looks over Capri and, sometimes, when he can no longer control his anger, starts to spit ash and lava. And if you’d take a closer look at the shape of Capri Island, it really looks like a pregnant woman's body lying in the sea.
We were doing some brush cleaning today in areas of the campsite the needed it desperately. Unfortunately, as is often the case, ripping out underbrush and trimming back intrusive trees, sometimes reveals things that we wish it didn't. This nest was todays discovery and despite our best efforts to place it almost exactly as it was found resulted in its being abandoned. Its funny how easy it is to assume human emotions in cases such as this and believe that animals and birds must be as heartbroken as we would be. The robin did make a racket and made it known that she was not impressed with us and perhaps she even would have gotten back on the nest had it not come loose from its perch but once it did, that was it. She abandoned her efforts at luring us away. The whole thing made me quite sad though. :(
Our Daily Challenge: May 2: Sadness.
Hi everyone, long time no see. I’m one of the co-owners of Salem, and I’m sure as most of you know, Salem has gone into retirement unexpectedly. I would like to say first off, I’m sorry to everyone who has supported us that feels disappointed or lost in the dark. I’m heartbroken that Salem has come to pass, just like some of you. It took me some time to pick myself up, but I’m here today because though things change, I have a love affair with creating things for you all that I just can’t drop ♥
With that being said, I’m excited to introduce you to my new independent project, Oracle! This Flickr will now be Oracle’s new home. I welcome you to stick around and follow me on this new journey of mine. I am committed to bringing you the quality you deserve, and keeping you all drop dead sexy.
Thank you so much for everything over the years ♥
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