When we are born, if we are lucky, its into a family that will love and guide us throughout our lives. But outside of that natural support system, we are born alone. As we grow and advance through our life, we meet individuals along the way. Some are brief encounters. Some lifelong. We meet some face to face and others we come into contact with in ways that our parents could never have imagined when they were our age. The internet has bridged the world together and through that we have all gained access to people and ideas that would never have had the opportunity to discover without its aid.
Whether you meet someone in person or online, whether the encounter is brief or lasts the long haul, they all have influence on us. They all make some imprint on our soul. I never thought that a person I spoke to online that lived thousands of miles away, could have that kind of impact on me. And now I have felt that impact from many.
I lost...correction, many of us lost one of our imprints yesterday. For those that knew this individual in person, I envy you. My contact was limited to online, but I know in my soul that the contact lifted me. This person was good and kind and sincere of heart and I am forever grateful to have had the brief contact that I was given. As much as I mourn the loss of this imprint, I rejoice in the fact that it will remain on my soul forever.
Goodbye my friend. From afar you brought me happiness and the good fortune of saying that I was your friend.
Sunday, October 7, 2012
Friday, October 5, 2012
Chasing A Dream
In another world
And another place.
We would still see
Your shining face.
On any night
In any dream.
Things would be different.
Not as they seem.
The fates would grant us
Just one more chance.
To not be here
In this desolate trance.
Our lives were graced
By the existence of you.
All the good you gave
Forever remains true.
If we close our eyes
We can dream that you're near.
Pretend we still have you
The one we hold dear.
Chasing a dream
That will never fade.
It will live on in us forever
Through the memories we've made.
Vanessa Blood
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