Finally, I can breath. Peacefully, without thought, I can inhale all that is around me and not feel like I am suffocating in twisted emotions; but, I still miss you so much it hurts. You are in every sound, every smell, every sight in this city. I have tried to run, to hide among places and people I thought would distract me........but unfortunately, nothing has worked. The last few months have been filled with tortured anguish as I succumbed to all the weathered emotions and in complete submission let myself grieve over you. Repeatedly I have heard the slighted whispers that I have anguished too often, that the importance I have foolishly assigned to my feelings far outweighs the importance you placed. None of this matters, as each person lives on definitions of their own design. Whether is was you or the close embodiment of an ideal I secretly possessed, our time together awakened within me an eagerness tinged with ecstasy and mania. In veiled innocence, I relinquished myself to possibilities.
With the 4th of July only a couple days away, I thought I'd spend some time visiting with the family and share some of our family heritage. As the United States turns 236 years old this week, thinking about those unique ancestors who risked so much to bring about the American independence takes me back to Virginia, North / South Carolina and Maryland and the original 13 colonies. We all get so wrapped up in our lives that we forget to honor the past; or, as is often the case, families are unaware of the past. Technology opens the coffins of complacency and sweeps away the dust of indifference. I love learning about my ancestors. They are some unique individuals who lived life in another time and place but who are still present in our genetics. Think about it...........the same DNA that existed in a person 236 years ago is chronicled in my own DNA. It is almost like a message left in a bottle...........all I have to do is open the bottle. Our col...
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