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My sweet, darling cousin R lost his newlywed wife on Sunday in a tragic accident. They had been married a mere 6 months and were so very much in love. She was a beautiful girl that brought him more joy than he had ever known. They had just purchased their first home together. She was to be 20 years old on October 4th.
This tragedy has devastated our entire family, but obviously it has crushed R. He blames himself, and he wants his wife back. The poor boy is a widower at the age of 24.
Why am I telling you this? I guess my question is this...is it worth it? Some of you may think I'm jaded...and truly, I am...I admit it. But to see the pain he is in...I just can't fathom it. The old question remains...is it better to have loved and lost, or never to have loved at all?
Of course it is worth it though...she was the light of his life, if only for a short time. She brought him happiness, she brought him a true, undying love. Does that love simply go away now that she has passed? No, he will carry it with him forever more. He will hurt for a long while, but eventually the pain will ease. He will most likely move on, get remarried some day, have a family...but he will never forget his sweet Molly and the beautiful year they shared.
I'm honestly not sure why I'm posting this, other than to put it out there. To remind everyone how fragile life is, and how quickly it can be taken away. Let your loved ones know how much they mean to you. Don't assume that they already know...they probably DO already know, but if tragedy were to strike in your family wouldn't you want to know that you had let that loved one know just how much you cared?
R.I.P Molly girl, you were truly loved!
I promise to give an update on The Artist soon...
Until next time, much love!
~T

Long Time No Post

And you're still getting nothing ha ha!
I know an update is looooooong overdue, but I honestly just haven't had the heart for this blog lately. I am still alive though so don't give up on me.
In the meantime, a little video that touched my heart when I saw it on another blog. LOOOOOOOOVE my crazy "cult" and the way my heart feels free when I remember where I came from and where I'm going. I don't have to go to church weekly to know that God loves me and has a plan for me. It's only when I forget that (which, honestly, I have lately) that life seems impossible.



Until next time, much love!
~T