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Glenda

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I've been having a real problem with depression here lately and I just received this by e-mail from a very dear friend and I wanted to share it with everyone. Here goes:

There are moments in life when you miss someone
so much that you just want to pick them from
your dreams and hug them for real!

When the door of happiness closes, another opens;
but ofen times we look so long at the
closed door that we don't see the one,
which has been opened for us.

Don't go for looks; they can deceive.
Don't go for wealth; even that fades away.
Go for someone who makes you smile,
because it takes only a smile to
make a dark day seem bright.
Find the one that makes your heart smile.

Dream what you want to dream;
go where you want to go;
be what you want to be,
because you have only one life
and one chance to do all the things
you want to do.

May you have enough happiness to make you sweet,
enought trials to make you strong,
enough sorrow to keep you human and
enough hope to make you happy.

The happiest of people don't necessarily
have the best of eventhing;
they just make the most of
everything that comes along their way.

The brightest future will always
be based on a forgotten past;
you can't go forward in life until
you let go of your past failures and heartaches.

When you were born, you were crying
and everyone around you was smiling.
Live your life so at the end,
you're the one who is smiling and everyone
around you is crying.

If you want to send this on, send it to those people
who mean something to you (I JUST DID);
to those who have touched your life in one way or another,
to those who make you smile when you really need it;
to those who make you see the
brighter side of things when you are really down;
to those whose friendship you appreciate;
to those who are so meaningful in your life.

If you don't send it, don't worry,
nothing bad will happen to you;
you will just miss out on the opportunity
to brighten someone's day with this message! ! !

Don't count the years - count the memories . . .

Life is not measured by the number of breathes we take;
but by the moments that take our breath away!

HAVE A GREAT DAY!
 
Glenda,

That was great!

I can relate to your feelings of depression. I was driving to work this morning with tears streaming down my cheeks. I couldn't control it. Thought I would be fine because I have held depression mostly at bay. I was just thinking about my son in the army....he's only 18. Enough said.

Thanks for passing along the words of wisdom.

Heather
 
Heather I can't imagine having a child in the service at times like these. I'll remember him in my prayers and you too.
 
That was wonderful..... and so very true :) Thanks for sharing it.

Cheers
Anna : )
 
Glenda:

That was beautiful. Thank you for sharing it.

I lost a dear friend in January. Last April I was told I needed MV surgery; a few days later she learned her lung cancer had metastasized to her brain (lung surgery was 3 years previous). She had brain surgery 2-3 weeks before my MVR. So we comisserated a lot about our respective recoveries; her surgery was relatively painless, except for the shaved head.
Catherine was a very upbeat, optimistic person. One day she confided in me she was having some depression about her prognosis (terminal). I told her to allow herself 10 minutes of thinking about that, then to go check the mail, go walking, weed in the garden, etc. I couldn't tell her to ignore her feelings. But I didn't want her to give in to them totally.

Yesterday I had a "talents coaching" session at work. I told my coach about my friend. Catherine died right before her 71st birthday; I'm 17 years younger, so she was my "big sister."
She nurtured me by telling me that I'm "smarter than the average bear" (remember the Yogi Bear cartoons?).
Her passing left a void in my life. I began to be depressed. Then I realized that Catherine would not want her friends to be sad. Rather, she would want us to understand what a tremendous gift she had left with us -- friendship and unconditional love. There will never be another Catherine, but I believe I can be a better friend to others because of her. And I can handle depression a little better.
 
how wonderful!

how wonderful!

Hi Glenda and all the others out there, what beautiful words! I've lost several relatives and friends from different causes, but the one loss I'm afraid I'll never fully overcome was my step father's who was more than a real father to me. Whenever I feel down or get emotional it's him I think of and only God knows how I wish he was still here. Do you remember that Frank Sinatra song LET ME TRY AGAIN? I remember him saying the words were very easy for foreigners to understand because they were so clear. Every time I hear that song I feel like crying. By the way, just to remind you,I'm from Brazil so I'll never speak or write English like you do. Can any of you speak Portuguese? Or even Spanish?
 
hi all!
what beautiful and touching posts.
i, too, have lost several friends in my lifetime, the first one when i was 11 and he was 12_ a freak accident. i remember crying for him for so long. thinking back, i think i would cry for years after his death. the pain seemed unbearable to me back then. i can still dig deep down and feel that loss.
it is so important to move forward as the poem says_ not forget, but to go on.
having lost another close friend to breast cancer just 3 years ago, i don't think you can forget.
how lucky we are to be here and have some "fixable" conditions.
jean, i love that about the 10 minutes and then get busy_ very wise words.
thanks for this thread, glenda!
be well, sylvia
 
Debora, I absolutely love the sound of the Portuguese language, it is so beautiful ... wish I could understand it!

I usually understand spoken Spanish very well, although I don't speak it at all well, but Portuguese baffles me. A friend who is fully bilingual in Spanish and English says if you understand Spanish you should be able to understand Portuguese -- but not me. The written language I can read, but understanding spoken Portuguese is beyond me.

I have a couple of CD's of Cesaria Evora, a woman from Cape Verde who sings in Cape Verde dialect. It appears to be a variant of Portuguese. (The Portuguese colonized these islands with slaves from Africa.) I love her singing. I can follow the words if I read the CD insert.
 
Portuguese classes

Portuguese classes

Hi Marge, let's give it a try just for a joke! Tudo bem? Espero que cocê consiga ler e entender este recado. Se achar difícil, esqueça pois é apenas uma brincadeira. Desejo tudo de bom para você na recuperação da tua cirurgia. Abraços, Débora
 
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