Deep grief in depression is the hardest to state, to speak of, to make clear to others even though an arm length away. Thank you vikingprincess for bringing to my attention the saddest of sad, in that yvonne our friend has taken the only step she knew how to stop the pain and grief.
I could have done more, and I can only now do more for those who live on suffering depression and anxiety.
She will remain my friend and a loved reminder of how much each of us has done for one another, along with how carefully we ought be with one another's lives, by sending a cheer to see how people really are. And if they are not heard from for a time, that we continue as others have for me, to send further mail to each and renewing old friendships because each of us are in need of true and real people with whom we can relate our own good times and the extremely bad.
To lose one friend in this life is one too many. May I be more caring, more patient more willing to be beside those on Daily Strength as well as across the road and next door.
Each of us appear as words, yet we need to reach inside these words to see the real person and stay near to them and accept love and empathy from others to assist in our walk.
My dear Yvonne111 be never placed aside in our forgettery , yet may we feel a bravery to go on into life though stunned for a time by her loss , and her significant loss to her family, friends and we each on Daily Strength.
May we look more clearly at where we each are in our own walk toward God who esteems us so highly, that because of Jesus has made a way for us to once more friendship with Him and he with us.
May we in richness that has non to do with money, be rich toward one another as we go on in strengthening one another Daily. And if we can but speak to one person per week, my we never feel we have done little. And if we need reassurance and a hand to stand, may we make it clear to others we seek real help. Let each of us and myself firstly ask when I too need help. Sometimes we think that no-one will hear us so why say anything. In memory of Yvonne may her life shed light on the way we ought to walk caringly sharing one with another.
Humbly colindove
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WHAT DOES I LOVE YOU MEAN THESE DAYS?????????????
Broken hearted once more
Colindove,....Colin means peace,.... like a dove.
Who is there who does not have love to give,...... and wish to be loved just as we are???
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There are so many of us who are vunurable here
on DS Colin..We are the "perfect prey" for these kind
of predetors..I am so sorry you have been hurt..I am
still hurting from my experience too..We live and
learn dear friend..Thankyou so much for your kind
words and messages of support these past few days..
I am grateful..{{{{HUGS}}}}
My Dating Rules as a DAD.
Rule One:
If you pull into my driveway and honk you'd better be delivering a package, because you're sure not picking anything up.
Rule Two:
You do not touch my daughter in front of me. You may glance at her, so long as you do not peer at anything below her neck. If you cannot keep your eyes or hands off of my daughter's body, I will remove them.
Rule Three:
I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys of your age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off their hips. Please don't take this as an insult, but you and all of your friends are complete idiots. Still, I want to be fair and open minded about this issue, so I propose this compromise: You may come to the door with your underwear showing and your pants ten sizes too big, and I will not object. However, in order to ensure that your clothes do not, infact come off during the course of you date with my daughter, I will take my electric nail gun and fasten your trousers securely in place to your waist.
Rule Four:
I'm sure you've been told that in today's world, sex without utilizing a "Barrier method" of some kind can kill you. Let me elaborate, when it comes to sex, I am the barrrier, and I will kill you.
Rule Five:
It is usually understood that in order for us to get to know each other, we should talk about sports, politics, and other issues of the day. Please do not do this. The only information I require from you is an indication of when you expect to have my daughter safely back at my house, and the only word I need from you on this subject is: "early"
Rule Six:
I have no doubt you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities to date other girls. This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my daughter. Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you will continue to date no one but her until she is finished with you. If you make her cry, I will make you cry.
Rule Seven:
As you stand in my front hallway, waiting for my daughter to appear, and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget. If you want to be on time for the movie, you should not be dating. My daughter is putting on her makeup, a process than can take longer than painting the Golden Gate Bridge. Instead of just standing there, why don't you do something useful, like changing the oil in my car?
Rule Eight:
The following places are not appropriate for a date with my daughter: Places where there are beds, sofas, or anything softer than a wooden tool. Places where there is darkness. Places where there is dancing, holding hands, or happiness. Places where the ambient temperature is warm enough to introduce my daughter to wear shorts, tank tops, midriff T-shirts, or anything other than overalls, a sweater, and a goose down parka - zipped up to her throat. Movies with a strong romantic or sexual theme are to be avoided; movies which features chain saws are okay. Hockey games are okay. Old folks homes are better.
Rule Nine:
Do not lie to me. I may appear to be a potbellied, balding, middle-aged, dimwitted has-been. But on issues relating to my daughter, I am the all-knowing, merciless god of your universe. If I ask you where you are going and with whom, you have one chance to tell me the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I have a shotgun, a shovel, and five acres behind the house.
Rule Ten:
Be afraid. Be very afraid. It takes very little for me to mistake the sound of your car in the driveway for a chopper coming in over a rice paddy near Hanoi. When my Agent Orange starts acting up, the voices in my head frequently tell me to clean the guns as I wait for you to bring my daughter home. As soon as you pull into the driveways you should exit the car with both hands in plain sight. Speak the perimeter password, announce in a clear voice that you have brought my daughter home safely and early, then return to your car - there is no need for you to come inside. The camoflaged face at the window is mine.
HAVE A LAUGH ON ME ALL AGE WOMEN............AND DON'T CHANGE MY RULES GUY'S !
Take care and be adventuress. colindove
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So sorry to hear about yvonne much love and hugsxxxxxxx
lyn24
I am so saddened by this news. Please take good care of yourself as you know first hand what this disease can do to us. Thank God my spiritual beliefs prevent me from taking things that far. I am so glad I went tot he hospital
pozfem