Some of you may have seen this elsewhere before, but I like to come back to it from time to time for a lift:

I BELIEVE…

A Birth Certificate shows that we were born

A Death Certificate shows that we died

Memories show that we lived!

I believe…that just because two people argue, it doesn't mean they don't love each other. And just because they don't argue, it doesn't mean they do

I believe…that we don't have to change ...
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The one year anniversary of my father's death is this weekend. It's difficult for me to talk about, let alone write about. I may not have openly shown any of my friends and family how I feel about this. Aaron is probably the only person who knows what I go through, exept those times when we're apart because of work. I wake up crying, wishing so badly that I could remember my dream so that I can remember catching a glimpse of Dad in my mind. Other times I can't get to sleep because memories of my...
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I'm SO excited! DH and I will be leaving in one week for vacation in the states and back to Mustique Island (in the West Indies)! First we'll go to visit DH's brother and SIL with their new bundle of joy in Florida, then to Mustique, and then to visit my brother and his fiancee in Oregon! This will be our first official vacation since moving to Japan, not counting the time we went back last year for emergency leave for my father's funeral (certainly not a vacation). I have been saving up all m...
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Ugh. Double Ugh. I hate waking up in the middle of the night restless and alone. My saturday was all right, I worked from 7am to 7pm. DH was supposed to work the night shift. He's never late to work, if anything, he's almost an hour early. But 7pm rolled around and he hadn't showed up yet. I called the apartment, hoping to wake him up. I called three or four times, which alarmed me, because usually if he's sleeping he hears the phone. I started to panic a little. I started thinking worst-case-sc...
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Dang, I just can't win with myself sometimes...y'know what I mean? Not only was I torn explaining my last blog entry, but now I'm torn about my decision to post it in the first place. DH thought it was a bad idea to post it, but it's not like I could turn to him for answers. So to anybody who agrees with the devil on my shoulder, the one making me feel really bad about myself for airing my troubles, I apologize for being a dork. But to those of you who offered words of kindness in my situation,...
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