Today marks one month since Ryan passed. And it was the toughest month of my life.
It seems kind of fitting that the seasons are changing - as is my life. It's just a reminder of how short our time is on this Earth and you hope that you live life to the fullest. It gives new meaning to living life with passion.
"I don't need a passport to walk on this Earth. Anywhere I go cause I was made from this Earth. I'm born of this earth, I breath of this earth and even with this pain I believe in this earth. So I wake up every morning and I'm stepping on the floor. I wake up every morning and I;m stepping out the door. I got faith in the sky, faith in the one, I got faith in the people walking underneath the sun. Cause every bit of land is a holy land and every drop of water is a holy water, and every single child is the son or daughter of the one earth mama or the one earth papa. So don't tell a man that he can't come here, cause he got brown eyes and a wavy kind of hair...."
(Taken from Spearhead.)
Thinking about you Ryan - constantly throughout the day and realizing how many gifts you bestowed on me.
1 comment:
Jennifer,
It's so sad that we have to go through something so traumatic to realize just how fragile and precious our time on earth is. You've been so courageous to share so much of your pain and struggle with all of us, I only hope that others can learn from your words that we need to show the people in our lives how we really feel, before it's too late.
Ryan will always be with you. The pain may fade, but it will never go away. I wish I could be of comfort to you, but you have such an incredible group of people around you, just know that there are others thinking of you and wishing you the best. Music has always been my source of comfort, and you might like "I Believe" by Diamond Rio and "Silence", by Jars of Clay. For some reason, they have helped me in my difficult times.
Enjoy your trip to Italy, and know that Ryan is with you and watching over you, both in bad times as well as the good times to come.
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