Day Out With Thomas!

He is my Sunshine, My only Sunshine

Is it Summer yet?

An old hobby revived.

Shine on

My mind is blank.
I hear the clock ticking. 
I hear birds chirping.
I hear wind chimes.
My eyes are closed.
My breathing is calm.
I am still.

All of a sudden,  my mind is no longer blank as it becomes the loudest noise of all.
My thoughts are racing and I cannot figure out where they begin and where they end.
My heart begins to beat faster and faster.
Fear sets in as I wonder how I have gotten to this place.
The emotions are overwhelming and I cannot compose myself any longer.
I begin to sob.
This is an all too common occurrence, because tears are my friends.
They are the only ones by my side during these times.
They are also my enemy, because tears frustrate you.
You do not sympathize and my sobs are no longer a sad thing to hear, but an annoying noise you wish would go away.
I don't like being emotional but I don't know any other way to be.
I am who I am.

Ever wonder.

Who will visit your grave after you die.

You hope your family and loved ones will return often to leave a flower and honor your life.

What about the people that will see your grave 10. 20. or over 150 years later. They won't know about your life. Who you were. Where you lived. How you died.

They will be left to wonder.

This makes me realize how important it is to leave the greatest impact on those closest to you, such as your family, your children and grandchildren.

Or, you could be one of the the few that leaves a footprint on this Earth. People will remember and honor you for generations to come.

Then no one will have to wonder. They will know.