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A Work In Progress offers real life inspiring stories on love,
relationships, fun, lifestyle, goals and overcoming challenges, grief
and timeless love, being happy and at peace.
Life has an ebb and flow to it and what can appear impossible hurdles
are temporary and, with the passage of time, the light of wisdom shines
in us from experiencing not just the brilliantly good but the sometimes
extraordinarily painful.
Too often we measure ourselves by what we see as perfect in others when
there is just who we are right now with all our strengths and weaknesses which, rolled together, make us unique and the only
one of a kind - A Work in Progress.
Tragedy + Time = Laughter (at the ridiculous in life) + Joy (being
thankful for the good times) + Peace (life can blow me over but it can’t
take me out).
Tomorrow is a new day, every day and you never know what
adventure is just around the corner for you♥
Bev D
Light through Clouds, Burleigh Heads
Love is Stronger than death ...how love is timeless and forever
My Dad died when I was 22. He
was in hospital when I was young and my parents divorced.
When I was 13, he was back in my
life and we’d meet sometimes on Sunday afternoons.
I was 35 when I pulled out some
old photos - the ones at the beach
with
tiny tot me and him with a
silly Dad grin. Another snap, I am taking
the photo and he is smiling at me. I remember a music concert and him
tapping his foot so everyone nearly fell off their seats with Dad
bouncing us around, lovin’ the music.
I look back at his life and see great courage and perseverance through
enormous adversity. He was enthusiastic and loved life, was excited to
see me and really listened. He walked his talk and encouraged many
others.
I see myself in his genetic code and spirit passed on to me somehow. I
don’t have memories of sitting on his knee as a child. I have searched
for his character and see his persistence reflected in my life - a great
strength and annoying as well - to keep going - forcing myself back onto
my feet. His enthusiasm and living a free-spirited life have grown like
seeds, firmly planted, working their way into my life.
One night, reading my favourite book, these words spoke to me. “I
believe that Love is stronger than death” and realised though I couldn’t
talk to my Dad, he still goes on. Like he’s “on holidays on an island
and there’s no phone”. But the memories of what he would say and how he
thinks - it’s a part of me.
When my Stepfather, Alan, passed away,
I recall walking into the hospice room where he
was lying on the bed and witnessing the very physical act of his spirit
leaving his worn out body, something I had never seen before.
I felt the unexplainable, tangible presence of his personality and
spirit still in the room with us. It is a picture simply
remembered of my Stepfather's spirit leaving a container which was past
its usefulness and so left behind as he journeyed on.
I did not lose my Dad or his love. It’s in my heart and his face -
blurred with time now - smiles at me. I know what his love feels like
on the inside and live in the circle of his love and there is peace in
knowing out in the great somewhere he is smiling.
So if someone loved by you - a friend, someone you feel close to, a mum,
dad or stepfather, a sister or brother, a partner or your one true love - has passed away from this life, you have
not lost them - they are just "away from the phone" - but you know exactly
what they would say, what their love feels like, their laughter, their
smile and how it feels when they listen to you.
Take heart, for the love and laughter between you is not gone - it is
still there and it is timeless for both of you.
You see
Love truly IS stronger than death♥
(Story by Bev D in Sunshine Coast Daily News in 2006)
View of Surfers Paradise from Burleigh
Sunset at Carrara, Gold Coast
Magnolia Exmouth
Leave Your Mark
...our enduring worth
The only thing of enduring worth we leave behind when we pass out
of this life is the mark of value we deposit in the hearts and minds of
people -
the watching children, our colleagues and partners - both men and women
- and the sons and daughters who are so courageous in their fight to
assume the mantle of who they wish to become and in the struggle to be
heard.
For every little heart that is healed, it is a gift to God.
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