An interesting observation. That was my late husband as well. He had a genius IQ, and a BS degree in Fine Arts. He was a true "renaissance" man. However, he was also an only child and extremely shy. He always said that the only way he could talk to people was to be drinking.
I would have loved to have found a person that a relationship lasted several years with. Ideally, my life would have been one like my parents had...one marriage that lasted through it all, and we would have had the children together and raised them together. Sadly, it didn't work out that way. I made many mistakes, and things happened along the way as well.
I can't say that there are any that made me take a different direction or helped me to make a decision...but there are some that certainly have made me cry or touched me deeply in some way.
To list a few:
If Everyone Cared by Nickleback
When The Children Cry by White Lion
The Dance by Garth Brooks
I Am Woman by Helen Reddy
I'd Like To Buy The World A Coke (from the commercial sometime in the 70's...I loved the message of Peace)
Imagine by John Lennon
Let It Be by Paul McCarthy
Native American flute music
and last, but not least, the gongs as played by Gongman from CS on Youtube as I listened last night...that reverbrated inside my soul
Since you're doing this for MF, please be sure to put it up before using...then put it back down afterward. DO NOT leave it down while using if you're standing...that just makes a wet mess (ICK!)
Personally, I like the fact that it's called Spam...seems very appropriate to me since the stuff is fit only for the garbage...and, apparently, men.
(My experience is that men are the only people who like Spam...dogs certainly love the stuff...and men are often compared to dogs. I've got a theory of evolution developing here!)
I am getting there. I actually thought I was past the mourning thing until anniversaries started coming around again. That put me back into it. And, I have started to see someone...a great guy who has even called to see how I'm doing Monday and today. We've only met the once, but we talk and email a lot. One good thing...with him being an OTR truck driver, I don't have to worry about him wanting to be attached at the hip! I'll get my space! Seriously, this is a great guy that I like a lot...but I feel part of me holding back. I'm afraid to give my heart.
My Nana had a great fear of heights, but loved to fly. She said the difference was that in a plane her feet were on the ground. I'll agree, since I seem to have developed that same fear with age (can it be genetic? my sons have it too).
Speaking of this, I'm rather proud of my self. This weekend I discovered that what I thought was one set of Tibetan prayer flags was actually five sets...the kind that's supposed to be strung along the front of the house...so, grabbed the big ladder and set it up on the porch. Neither of my sons could climb past the second step of the ladder, and that wasn't high enough. So, guess who climbed up to the third step?! And this was at the end of the porch with a 4 ft drop off to the driveway (railed...it's the visual if you looked down).
Unfortunately, this is also how I discovered that my sons have a worse fear of heights than I do. Guess I know who won't be climbing ladders to change light bulbs for me.
I figured out earlier that I'm afraid of this now, too...I'm afraid of losing someone that I love that much again. I hope it wears off with time. Our losses are both recent, Anna.
So...who usually ends your relationships?