My mom used to say, “are you hungry Christina?” I’d say, “no mom…I just ate.” She’d say “I’ll put out a few things for us to eat.” After eating the whole plate of food, I’d be full and content. My mom would say “if you bring food…they
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I was twelve- Ken always came for breakfast but he didn’t show up. I went up to his room to see if he was OK. He wasn’t. He had shot himself through the head. His false teeth were in a glass. Pictures of the liberation of Aushwitz
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Life is to be celebrated. Lived. Loved. And death not to be feared. It’s just a phase, changing into a new form to bring to life new adventures, the next phase of learning, of soulful growth. This perspective brings new joy and celebration to our lives-and deaths.
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For all those who have passed away sorry for my childish tears! Now that I’m an adult I realise it was my Ego who couldn’t accept that I will never see you again. Rest in peace. You and the past.
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The difference between the French in Paris and people in LA California is that the latter are raised to be optimistic and friendly. In Paris people deem it necessary to be melancholy and celebrate suffering, so if they are rude to you it is out of kindness,
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I miss you mom. Hug dad, uncle Nick and Aunt Assienta. I have a little cancer- so I’ll see you sooner than I thought. Guess I should beware of wishes
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Dad, I’ll never know the relationship we could have had over the last 10 years not speaking. I couldn’t look you in the eye and feel safe anymore after the pain you put me through. Without your apology, I still live in the past. I’ve moved away
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I was so happy when I met my cat Pompernickl for the first time. But my mom got sick cus of my cats fer so we gave her to my uncule he got sick and gave her to his frind and I never saw her agin. I
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