I dont know why, but I didnt cry at my Dad's funeral. I didnt cry at Krystal's grandpa's funeral. I didnt cry at my grandpa's funeral (They have all passed in the last year). The more I think of it, I've NEVER cried at a funeral. I dont know why. I know the hurt. 354 days ago my Dad died. Everywhere I have things that remind me of him. This computer I'm posting this with was his. The desk i'm sitting at, the chair i'm in, the steins right behind the computer...all his. Hell, the FD in the driveway was because of his death. It hurts. Everyone else in my family has had the luxury of "going crazy" at least once over this except me. I've always had to be the strong one. Strength is what is most important. It helps others overcome. Have strength.

 

How was the FD the reason of his death? If you dont mind me asking bro. If you think about it too the FD could also be responsible for all of our lives too(going over 139mph hehe) but seriously i know it's tough be strong and trust in GOD.

 

[quote name='phinsup' date='Jun 12 2005, 11:57 PM']With all the **** I've put up with, when put in to perspective I've lived a pretty good life thus far.



Putting things into perspective should be a simple task, there's ups and downs in life no doubt, but when you sit and really look it over the downs don't seem so low.
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That was the title of my last small speech (sermon): "Perspectives"



That's the key to a lot of what motivates you, right there. You can probably recall that word and that idea used as leverage in my talks of that one.org and God and yadd yadda.



As much as I practice what I preach, more "perspective" has been coming in the past few weeks with my sister and her newborn in intensive care at the hospital...

 

[quote name='blaze08' date='Jun 14 2005, 02:17 PM']How was the FD the reason of his death? If you dont mind me asking bro.


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I think a lot of what he afforded or held onto came from his father's death. Be it through some sort of monetary gain or inherited.

 

I had a hard time when my ex died. But eventually I got over it.

 

[quote name='ambassador_josh' date='Jun 14 2005, 06:01 AM']I dont know why, but I didnt cry at my Dad's funeral. I didnt cry at Krystal's grandpa's funeral. I didnt cry at my grandpa's funeral (They have all passed in the last year). The more I think of it, I've NEVER cried at a funeral. I dont know why. I know the hurt. 354 days ago my Dad died. Everywhere I have things that remind me of him. This computer I'm posting this with was his. The desk i'm sitting at, the chair i'm in, the steins right behind the computer...all his. Hell, the FD in the driveway was because of his death. It hurts. Everyone else in my family has had the luxury of "going crazy" at least once over this except me. I've always had to be the strong one. Strength is what is most important. It helps others overcome. Have strength.


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I guess you could say our friendship is becuase of your dad's death too.

 

When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in

a day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar and the coffee...



THE MAYONNAISE JAR AND COFFEE



A professor stood before his Philosophy class and had

some items in front of him.



When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty

mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf *****.



He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.



The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar.

He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf *****.



He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.



The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of

course, the sand filled up everything else.



He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with a unanimous "yes."



The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the

table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty

space between the sand. The students laughed.



"Now," said the professor, as the laughter subsided, " I want you to

recognize that this jar represents your life." "The golf ***** are the

important things - your God, family, your children, your health, your

friends, and your favorite passions - things that if everything else was

lost and only they remained, your life would still be full.



"The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house,

and your car.



"The sand is everything else-the small stuff."



"If you put the sand into the jar first," he continued, "there is no room

for the pebbles or the golf *****."



"The same goes for life." "If you spend all your time and energy on the

small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to

you "Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness."



"Play with your children." "Take time to get medical checkups. "Take your

partner out to dinner." "Play another 18. "There will always be time to



clean the house and fix the disposal. "Take care of the golf ***** first,

the things that really matter." "Set your priorities. "The rest is just sand."



One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee

represented. The professor smiled. "I'm glad you asked."



"It just goes to show you that no matter how

full your life may seem there's always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend."

 

[quote name='blaze08' date='Jun 14 2005, 12:17 PM']How was the FD the reason of his death? If you dont mind me asking bro. If you think about it too the FD could also be responsible for all of our lives too(going over 139mph hehe) but seriously i know it's tough be strong and trust in GOD.


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Nah, it didnt cause his death, but I bought it with some of the insurance money I got.

 

[quote name='Dramon_Killer' date='Jun 14 2005, 12:37 PM']I guess you could say our friendship is becuase of your dad's death too.


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true, true

 

I just lost my uncle last week. It was very unexpected. I was fine throughout the whole viewing and funeral, but I broke down at the end as everyone was leaving.



You see I was a palbearer for him and I had to watch as my aunt and their three kids placed flowers on the casket and break down. I just couldn't take it.



I have always tried to look on the brighter side of things. So when **** starts going wrong I always think it could be worse so just make the best of it right now.