About a son

We can only go when our time is done and we have nothing else left to do, or see, or anything - even when people think we had so much, or so little. When it's time, it means your mission is complete. Though we measure time in hours, our Maker does not. Our time here is measured on love, and good deeds. On lessons and deliverance. On how much life we generate.

Your son might not have clocked in many of our hours, but as we all weep for him, we see he's done his time. For all the feelings we bestow now on his departure is nothing more than the reflection on all the life he planted in every heart that knew him, even from apart.
And your son had a good long run. I am sure he is now proud of his journey, as he looks upon this world to watch and guard your path.
And well... If you think of it... He did a really great job. Now he went home, to rest. You're still here, cause you have work to do. People to teach, places to see, faces to know, life to live.
Imagine he's home, waiting. And you're still at work. When you're done with your work... You'll be home too. All of us will get home as soon as we're through with our job. And things will be whole again, on this big dinner party with folks running around the table to feed, and laughing around, and... You know, now we have to work. But soon enough comes our Sunday to rest and enjoy everyone we love... At home.
Off to work now. And be sure you did not lose a son. You gained a life. And you had his love. You still do. In another way, but it is not lost, or dead. It is just elsewhere. Waiting for you to come home.


A son was lost. It was found, too. We all grieve for the earthling loss. But we also have joy on our most bright star gaining our skies and shining into our hearts.

2011-2012

Em 2011, eu...

- fui eu mesma.

E em 2012, eu...

- vou fazer tudo de novo. Talvez mais, talvez menos.

Os anos não mudam nada. Apenas passam. Reflexões e resoluções de ano novo não são mágica. O que pode mudar - ou passar - é você. E ninguém precisa de viradas pra isso.