(Taken from our Yearbook)
...Look to this day! For It Is Life, The very Life of Life The Bliss of Growth The Glory of Action The Spendor of Beauty; For Yesterday is but a Dream, And Tomorrow is only a Vision; But Today well lived Makes every Yesterday a Dream of Happiness And every Tomorrow a Vision of Hope. Look well therefore to this Day. "Salutation of the Dawn," from the Sanscrit |
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You and I will meet again |
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Remember me
is all I ask, and if remembrance is a task, forget me. Agnus Hosbourgh |
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Do your best, let God do the rest
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In everyone's life, at some time, our inner fire goes out. It is then burst into flame by an encounter with another human being. We should all be thankful for those people who rekindle the inner spirit. ~Albert Schweitzer
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Old friends are like stars in the sky...
just because you can't see them doesn't mean they aren't there. |
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"I get by with a little help from my friends."
- John Lennon |
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Courage does not always roar Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day, saying ... "I will try again tomorrow" Mary Anne Radmacher
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from The Little Prince
In one of the stars I shall be living. In one of them I shall be laughing. And so, it will be as if all the stars were laughing when you look at the sky at night. For our friends who now shine among the stars. |
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Lovely To See You Wonderful day for passing my way Knock on my door and even the score With your eyes. Lovely to see you again my friend. Moody Blues
Some are friends for a reason Some are friends for a season Some are friends forever! (that's us!) |
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I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, my loving family for less gray hair or a flatter belly. As I've aged, I've become kinder to myself, and less critical of myself. I've become my own friend. I don't chide myself for eating that extra cookie, or for not making my bed, or for buying that silly cement gecko that I didn't need, but looks so avante garde on my patio. I am entitled to a treat, to be messy, to be extravagant.
I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging. Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 AM and sleep until noon? I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60 &70's, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love ... I will. I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set. They, too, will get old. I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten. And I eventually remember the important things. Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when somebody's beloved pet gets hit by a car? But broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding and compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect. I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face. As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don't question myself anymore. I've even earned the right to be wrong. So, to answer your question, I like being old. It has set me free. I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be. |
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All at once, life was behind me in sequence. I looked back across my shoulder and saw you........in a vacant distance I tried to remember the beauty of my past..I coul'd never see you in the rear view mirror, only in the happiness that drove me from infinite tears to a simple smile. You gave me everything my soul desired , squandered in one breath of emotion, yet redefined in your eyes. You caused me to grow and learn Thank you My Past
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Every image of my past, is a simple reflection of my life......A reason to pause and breathe..the birth of a innocent tear I will never forget my past, it taught me many things.....the best thing being is the spirit of my youth Today I am a man yesterday I was a boy...Waiting for life to look me straight in the eye Thank God for yesterday..........
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As I lay on the beach, I watch a simple grain of sand, kissed by the Sun, get swept up in the clear crest of a slow rolling wave. I am wandering over the sound of the surf and the feeling it brings to me I hear the sound of childrens laughter off in the close distance I watch the Sea birds circle over my head. I begin to walk down the beach at Sunset The walk takes me through every thought of my past I'm Home
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Faces started to appear to me, from out of nowhere I could feel all the messages in the photographs I can't explain the beauty For the love between you all explains it all Your brother, Patrick
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Everything in my mind , takes me away from reality, when I want it to Like the first time i fell in love, the first time I began to realize what love was The feeling was uncontrolled, yet the definition was up to dispute between actuallity and reality I had always loved you from a distance , but never kissed you
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