God, Happiness and Life

I sent this short message to someone who is celebrating her birthday. Hi! Today is your special day and I take the time to celebrate the occasion of having had the pleasure of knowing you as a person who in your own way touched me and my humble life. Cheers! Happy, happy birthday! Godspeed Always. I miss this sweet person.

Flowers from Melody and her presence, spaghetti, Pistachio flavored ice cream from partner, Lloyd's oranges, apples, grapes, a greeting from Lorraine, Jigs, Dash, Mama, brother, nephews and niece, sms from Joanne, and call from Dolly and Chi. Life is short. Forgive. Give more. Expect less.

What does Lloyd mean? According to blogthings Lloyd means Thoughtful but slow. Your name also says you are: Moral but jealous Perceptive but paranoid Shrewd but overbearing. As your Mom, I say: Thoughtful, yes. Slow, yes. Moral, yes. Jealous, no. Perceptive, no. Paranoid, no. Shrewd, no. Overberain, no. "It is often said that With Age Comes Wisdom and you're One Of The Wisest People I Know! But then again Wisdom doesn't necessarily come with age. Sometimes age just shows up all by itself. Which is more appropriate to you? You decide". I love you Lloyd. Happy, happy birthday, Son.

It had not been easy taking an unannounced blogging hiatus. Unexpectedly, I had to take a month long absence from the blogging world. But I am determined to be finally back. So what caused my sudden disappearance? We moved our home. Golly, we are now 1000 meters away from our former place. Difficult is an understatement. Six pleasant years at the 'old' place caused all of us countless sleepless nights prior to THE day. First, getting our new place was a definite stroke of luck and grace from God. I had barely a week to look around. We were praying that we get a place within the same subdivision, mainly because we have come to love the secured ambiance. Why did we move? That house was beginning to 'crumble'. There were leaks all over due to a damaged roofing system. Talk about the floor tiles which were breaking one after the other. And it looked like there was no letting up? Never mind the ghosts inhabiting the place. No kidding. They were definitely non-living...

My daughter's stuffed toys had to go as well. I don't think she'd have time to play with all these toys, unless she brings it to school for her students to enjoy. But that's a far off idea.

These are my sons' books we had to give up to save space for our new place. It includes their Nursery Rhymes book, my children used to love reading and blurting out from time to time. I hope it's new owners will take the time to read. Otherwise, the purpose would have been defeated.

Parenting can not be compressed into six years. Let the lying stop. Here. Now. Do what is needed to be done so a response could be attempted. Everything's become too much to bear. Stop the anguish. Let the bleeding stop. No more hurt. No more misery.Heal the pain.