Political

Let’s address the elephant in the room…America. I didn’t want to talk about politics on my blog for a couple reasons. One, I have never really been big into politics and do not feel like I have an informed enough opinion to speak on it. Two, if we are of different minds, I’m not going to sway you and you are not going to sway me. So, I have avoided the topic. Things have gotten out of hand and I just can’t keep quiet any longer.

If you are not upset by what is going on in this world, something is wrong with you. Even if the decisions being made don’t directly affect you, to know that others are suffering and your heart doesn’t go out to them and their families, you ain’t cool. These so-called Christians going to church regularly and then celebrating what is happening to families in America. To say that anything being done in the name of God is blasphemous. They must have the Trump edited Bible. I’ll be honest, I have been a heathen lately. I rarely go to church and I only watch a Bible study online when I remember. But I know one thing, the decisions being made and the reasons behind them are not of God.

I knew that there were people out there that carried hate in their hearts, another ungodly trait, but to see it at this extreme of a level, oddly enough is shocking to me. My heart hurts more and more every day when I read the stories of the world. The deal is, there will come a time when America is on the other side of this. All of us with the sense God gave us, will have to look at these so-called Christians who have exhibited non-Christian like behavior and make a decision. To go with the New Testament teachings and turn the other cheek and forgive, or to go with the Old Testament teachings, eye for an eye and tooth for a tooth. I am not going to tell you how to respond or what to do. Me personally, fuck ’em all. Including the ones that said they didn’t know all of this was going to happen and the ones that have flipped sides because they are now affected. There is nothing they can say to me to make it right. I will never look at these people the same. This is not said with hate, but indifference. Just as they don’t care, I won’t when their time comes. The difference, the people they want hurt and stripped of their rights, don’t deserve it, and they will deserve everything that will come to them.

Sheesh, I have been sitting on that too long. And there is more that I can say, but I think if you didn’t know, now you know what side I am on. And if you are not on the same side as me, I recommend you keep it to yourself. I have just enough petty in me 🤏🏾, that if you come for me, I will respond. For all of us with the sense God gave us, be well and whole. Much Love 🧡 💚

The Last Love Letter

This puzzle tried to get me, but I won.

I read this story on Facebook a while ago. It was regarding a woman, a wife, a mother, who knew she was not going to survive the cancer she had, and she wrote her own obituary. I thought that was so cool. What better way to leave this world than in your own words? Another way to leave this world is with the words of someone who loves you. won’t.

I believe that I am comfortable with the opposite of life. I have thought about my death. I have made decisions regarding my death. I know how I want my body to be handled, cremated, and I know what services I want, none. I don’t want any services. People get upset when I say this, but I truly believe the people who know and love me are a part of my life, and they give me my flowers. I am loved, and I know it. I don’t need to have my mom or brother waste insurance money to have random acquaintances show up at a service. I want them to take a vacation, sit on the beach, and say their goodbyes.

Now, who is going to write my obituary? I had not put too much thought into that. I guess I was going to be like the Facebook lady who wrote her own. Then, I was presented with a question from BT, “How would I feel or respond if a friend asked me to write their obituary?” What a great question! I would feel honored if one of my friends wanted to write my obituary, and I would be honored to write one for my friends. Your friends see you in a light that you don’t see yourself. We have a tendency to downplay who we are and what we do. Your friends are encouraging you, loving you, and supporting you. They see your struggles. They see your hurts. They see the best in you. Truth is, we show our friends versions of ourselves that we don’t show to our families. I think it would be a great idea to have a friend or friends write the brief synopsis of your life. Which, of course, is just my opinion.

I can see it now. My friends on the phone talking all over each other, trying to write my obituary. It would be long as hell messing with them. And y’all know they get more expensive, the more you say. Lol. Maybe I’ll just write it and save some money. “She was born. She lived. She loved. She died.” Sounds good to me. I know that people sometimes struggle with talking about death, but it is inevitable. Why not plan for the day? Would you write your friend’s last love letter? Would you allow your friend to write yours? Now, I have been saying to share your thoughts with me. Seriously, I need to know. Well, I was serious all the other times, too. I truly do want to know your thoughts. Be well and whole. Much Love 🧡 💚

P.S. Today is officially 30 days of blog posts 🎉. Thank you for putting up with my rambles. I appreciate you so much. More blog posts to come. Stay with me.