On this day, I give thanks and am so cheerful thinking back on the wonderful Mom I was granted. On this day, she entered her heavenly home way too soon, but her time on earth was so plentiful and continues to be as we carry her in our hearts. Roberta Elsie left her mark on many. An imprint that was everlasting with her loving, kind, understanding, honest, fun, down to earth spirit and so much more.
A good friend once told me when in doubt think about it, “what would Bert do?” Bert, never needed the spotlight, she worked hard and when in her presence you were met with joy and realism. She spoke the truth fairly, honestly and respectfully. Impeccably organized and impeccable with her word. Roberta could always be trusted and even if she was annoyed, you would never know, well maybe, sometimes I knew because she would say, ha “I need you to stop talking for just 5 minutes.” She never raised her voice in anger, but instead would tell you exactly how she felt and she was always right, sometimes so much so!
Bert, I’m grateful for August 2 because it reminds me of you and always leaves me with,”what would Bert do?” The answer that lingers is…. it is what it is and do the best you can and have faith everything works out for the best. We can’t control everything and everything happens for a reason. Don’t waste your time worrying, but do what you can and move on.
Is the glass half full or half empty? It’s all in perspective right?
I choose to see my glass as half full and as I mentioned the other day in my post about believing in my own honors; don’t doubt your successes, passions, recognition that you are given and certainly don’t neglect your honors. If you don’t see your own successes, how do you expect anyone else to see it! Time is precious, choose wisely.
I realized the other day as embrassing as it is, I have to stop and really think about how many days are in a month. Just when I remember we are on to a new month. February, February, forget it, are we in the leap year or not? Seriously, it is the little things in life that you just have to laugh at. Yes, I know there is a song and poem, but honestly, I may of been absent the day that was taught because I can’t remember that either. My Mom would joke that I was dropped as a baby on my head, maybe that’s true! I can remember a lot, but the months, forget it. I practice, but rely on my calendar. Did this ever happen to you? My favorite pizza shop closes for a week in the summer, I glanced at the date and thought, that can’t be right because it’s a Wednesday, then I thought that’s right there is 31 days in July. I even said it aloud, I started laughing and thank goodness the cashier laughed too.
My point is, laugh at yourself because you are not perfect, keep your sense of humor and be genuine because the days run short even if we forget how many there are, be grateful for them.
Someone once said to me “you like to work; you work hard, you volunteer…you like hard work.” Then, I really thought about it; one of the biggest lessons the death of my Mom from unexpected cancer taught me is to live. To live. To live and experience life. Experience life, but don’t let the experience get the best of you. We as humans will die someday, it’s a fact. How we die, God has our plan in the palm of his hand, us in the palm of his hand. I choose to work hard at living, doing the best I can, enjoying life and realizing death will come, come unexpectedly whether we want it too or not. Be positive because God, the Universe is listening and you have too much living to be wasted being negative. Work hard at living, put your worry into faith and enjoy the experience.
Our hardest prayers are the most important that guide our most pivotal decisions into light! Dig into your darkest moments to seek and surrender to your brightest light. Beauty comes from our darkest moments, seeing it is hard, but look into the distance and you’ll see shimmers of the light. JRS ❤