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Good Mourning and Goodbye
Over the last few months that I have been ill, I have this wonderful friend that has been sending me text messages and emails and calling me trying to make me feel better and provide me with hope. When I was at my all-time low, she said something so profound to me. My friend is a recovering alcoholic and one of the most amazing people I have ever met. I am grateful to have this new friend in my life. She said to me, “Ya’ know, when I came to the realization that I could never drink again, I knew that my whole life would change. I felt like I was losing a part of myself and I had to grieve over losing the old me. Maybe you just need to take some time to mourn.”
Wow. That was what I needed to hear. Not only did I realize that I needed to mourn over what was currently happening to my health, but I needed to mourn over A LOT of things that have occurred in my life. I truly do believe that sickness and dis-ease can develop in the body as a result of sickness and dis-ease in the mind. There are tons of experiences, people and emotions that I have not given a final farewell, and therefore, I am still carrying them around. For as long as I remain bitter, angry, upset, and hurt about the past then my present and future will manifest more of the same. It is time for me to have a Good Mourning, say my Goodbyes and say Hello to a new me and a new life. I’m warning you. I’m about to get pretty naked here. Not physically, but emotionally. I’d need to do a few more sit-ups before I got naked-naked.
Goodbye to the Celiac Disease and Bio-toxins that have taken over my body. I no longer allow you to reside in me. Hello to a vibrant, healthy and strong body.
Goodbye to the house that caused so much physical, emotional and financial ruin in my family’s life. I know that we will persevere and come out better than we were before. Somehow and someway you have served a purpose in my life and others. Hello to the positive that has come out of that traumatic experience in our lives.
Goodbye to the bitterness that I have felt towards the people that knew of our tragedy and didn’t bother to lift a finger to help us. From their wrongdoing, I have been more giving towards those in need and for that, I am grateful. Hello to making a difference in the world no matter how small the gesture.
Goodbye to my father-in-law and mother-in-law who left this world waaaay too early. Goodbye to my guilty feelings that I could’ve done something to save you. Hello to all the wonderful experiences and love that we shared that I will hold close to my heart forever.
Goodbye to all the people that took advantage of my in-laws while they were here on earth and even after they left this world. I know that people are doing the best that they can with what they have been taught. Hello to forgiving people for they know not what they do.
Goodbye to my 19-year-old son who just moved to New York City. I never realized that you moving away would impact me as much as it has. Goodbye to my worries that I haven’t done enough for you. Hello to being so proud of what you have become and knowing that you are going to be a strong, amazing man.
Goodbye to my English teacher in high school that criticized me when I did a book report in front of the class. Goodbye to the belief that I am not a good speaker. Hello to being a confident and eloquent speaker.
Goodbye to my ex whom is always reminding me that I am a crappy mother and a horrible person. Goodbye to the last 25 years of pain that I endured during our relationship. Goodbye to the hope that you will someday thank me for raising our son and giving him a good home and good family. Goodbye to the belief that I was never good enough…either for you or the rest of the world. Hello to knowing that I raised a beautiful child and I’m an outstanding mother. Hello to not needing your approval and the new belief that I’m ALWAYS good enough.
Goodbye to my ex-husband who died at such a young age. Yes, I have two ex’s. Although the first one wouldn’t marry me, because…remember…I wasn’t good enough. ☺ Goodbye to the guilt of marrying too soon and for all the wrong reasons. Goodbye to our last conversation being a silly fight that I wish I could take back. Hello to people coming and going in my lifetime and appreciating what they give to me and what I give to them…the good, the bad and the ugly.
Goodbye to the relationship that I have been yearning to have with my brother. Goodbye to feeling worthless and unappreciated. Goodbye to worrying about his wellbeing. Hello to accepting the things I cannot change.
Goodbye to all the doctors that wouldn’t allow my children to receive a school physical or to be seen in their office, because they are not vaccinated. Goodbye to the parents that wouldn’t allow my children to play with their children, because they weren’t vaccinated. Hello to the good feeling that I get when I look at my kids knowing that they are healthy and not pumped full of chemicals.
Goodbye to no longer worrying about money. Goodbye to the mound of debt that we now have as a result of The Mold House. Hello to making a crap-load of money, climbing out of the hole and enjoying life to the fullest.
Goodbye to all the negative beliefs about myself that I have accumulated over the years. Hello to a brave, strong, healthy, confident, funny, creative, positive, smart, witty, sexy (yep!), energetic, kind, balanced, calm, giving, spontaneous, compassionate, forgiving, talented, and beautiful human being. Might I add that I’d like to be a badass French Chef.
Bonjour to the new moi!
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27 year old Whovian dying of brain cancer has last request: place my ashes in a TARDIS urn.
This was forwarded to our attention on both Twitter and Tumblr today. a 27 year old Whovian dying of cancer needs help building a custom TARDIS urn:
Dear [Regretsy]:
My husband is one of the biggest geeks/Browncoat/Sci-Fi lovers I have ever had the privilege to know. He is also 27 years old and dying of a terminal brain cancer.
He’s managed to hang on for 28 months with a cancer that kills more than 95% within 9-12 months. However, he has been degrading in his condition and was placed on Home Hospice Care in January of this year.
I am writing to you to try and fulfill a wish of his; after he passes my husband wants to have a portion of his cremains kept in a TARDIS urn. (The rest will be shot off in rockets he has built over the years with his friends.)
This has proven to be a bit of a challenge for me. I am only 25 and have not been able to work for the past two years to be his full-time caregiver; so hiring someone to make a custom urn is a bit out of my price-range.
Is there any way your awesome C4FL Regresty Readers might know of someone who makes custom urns? Or someone to make a TARDIS urn for him? I have been an avid daily reader of regretsy.com for a few years now and my husband just adores the “This is NOT Steampunk” column (Before his cancer he was in school to become the first “Steampunk Architect”).
With his cancer (Glioblastoma Multiforme), we might have 3 months, or it might be a few weeks. I am really not sure how long it takes to make something like this, so I am trying to get this request of his addressed early, before he degrades further.
Please let me know if you are aware of someone out there who can make this. Thank you for your time.
The couple has since been identified as Kevin Pratt and Tashi King. Here’s a link to a news article about Kevin and Tashi. Here’s a link to a Fundly page to help the couple with expenses.
If you’re an artist who can help, Helen at Regretsy is asking that you email her with ideas, sketches, photos and a link to your store or portfolio. She will forward submissions to the couple, and let them choose.](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m0zkq6kA1L1qijoeyo1_500.jpg)
27 year old Whovian dying of brain cancer has last request: place my ashes in a TARDIS urn.
This was forwarded to our attention on both Twitter and Tumblr today. a 27 year old Whovian dying of cancer needs help building a custom TARDIS urn:
My husband is one of the biggest geeks/Browncoat/Sci-Fi lovers I have ever had the privilege to know. He is also 27 years old and dying of a terminal brain cancer.
He’s managed to hang on for 28 months with a cancer that kills more than 95% within 9-12 months. However, he has been degrading in his condition and was placed on Home Hospice Care in January of this year.
I am writing to you to try and fulfill a wish of his; after he passes my husband wants to have a portion of his cremains kept in a TARDIS urn. (The rest will be shot off in rockets he has built over the years with his friends.)
This has proven to be a bit of a challenge for me. I am only 25 and have not been able to work for the past two years to be his full-time caregiver; so hiring someone to make a custom urn is a bit out of my price-range.
Is there any way your awesome C4FL Regresty Readers might know of someone who makes custom urns? Or someone to make a TARDIS urn for him? I have been an avid daily reader of regretsy.com for a few years now and my husband just adores the “This is NOT Steampunk” column (Before his cancer he was in school to become the first “Steampunk Architect”).
With his cancer (Glioblastoma Multiforme), we might have 3 months, or it might be a few weeks. I am really not sure how long it takes to make something like this, so I am trying to get this request of his addressed early, before he degrades further.
Please let me know if you are aware of someone out there who can make this. Thank you for your time.
The couple has since been identified as Kevin Pratt and Tashi King. Here’s a link to a news article about Kevin and Tashi. Here’s a link to a Fundly page to help the couple with expenses.
If you’re an artist who can help, Helen at Regretsy is asking that you email her with ideas, sketches, photos and a link to your store or portfolio. She will forward submissions to the couple, and let them choose.
And a Trigger Warning tag now on, as requested by several people.
Im happy this is becomeing aware to others.
He never raised his voice. That was the worst thing… the fury of the Time Lord… and then we discovered why. Why this Doctor, who had fought with gods and demons, why he had run away from us and hidden. He was being kind…
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Son of Mine from Doctor Who Series 3: “The Family of Blood” |
