Okay, I had wanted to make this post on Tuesday, January 27th. However, I was in bed sick with the flu all day. I was not in my right mind to even think about the importance of that day for anything. My head was pounding, my throat was sore, I had no voice, my chest was congested, my sinus' had a mind of their own. Yes, that is how I spent January 27th and why I spent the majority of it in bed. I didn't mention the aches and the just overall BLAH!!! Sitting upright was not always an option, especially for the time it would take to write a descent post. I know you are scratching your head and wondering why I am going into detail of my day this past Tuesday. I actually had Tuesday marked on my calendar, I wanted to write a wonderful post to mark the one year anniversary of the first post I drafted in The Life Of Parker.
A couple weeks ago I started reading from the beginning of my posts. I reminisced as I read. Remembering my mindset when I created this blog and wrote my very first post. I created this blog to give a broader voice to Parker. I think part of me wanted something tangible to look back on and see the growth in her life. I did not anticipate the growth in my own life. Instead of hearing the voice of Parker as I had expected, I heard my own voice and saw my own personal growth. There are those that were mentioned in those first few posts who I no longer consider friends due to situations they placed me in that were unacceptable for me. However, there have been other names to enter into the posts on a regular basis either by myself including them or by their posting comments. These too have enter into my SLife have also trickled into my RLife. No, I am not saying that I have met them in person nor that we speak on the telephone or anything on a regular basis.
To me, these folks have entered into my heart and soul and their presence is such an intricate part of my daily life that I greatly miss them when they are not around. Some I only see their names highlighted on my SL contact list and I know they are there. Others I may see only once a week or talk to every couple weeks, but they are there and I know all I have to do is call if I need them. These wonderful people who have entered my life are more then just little Barbie/Ken doll wannabe's. They are living, breathing people with hearts, souls, minds. They have real life family and friends and issues.
I feel so comfortable and safe with this interesting bunch that if I said my heart was broken they would be there to comfort me and then they would desert me to rip out the heart of the one who broke mine. We laugh together and dance together. We even cry together and play together. Something that this time of reminiscing has done is open my eyes to what is right in front of me. Trust is not my forte. In fact, trust, family, friendship and love are pretty much not in my vocabulary. This year meeting and and getting to know this crew has taught me the meaning of these things.
This post has taken on and written itself to a place I had not intended to go, but I let it go. I know I do not need to mention any names here as you all know who you are. I will step out and say things that you have not heard me say though. First, I TRUST each of you in a way I have not trusted anyone in a long time. Second, I hold you each in my heart as FRIEND and am honored to be counted with you as FAMILY. Finally, I LOVE all of you from the depth of my heart. I thank each of you for the honor of knowing you and being your friend. I only hope that someday I can be that good of a friend to each of you.
I just read this quote and it fits perfectly here so I had to add it. "The bond that links your true family is not one of blood, but of respect and joy in each other's life." ~~ Richard David Bach, Writer
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