The Moment You Were Bo

As a child we were born to our parents. Some poverty stricken, some wealthy,some who were fearful, some who had no fear.

As we get older and mold into our parents ( for some of us) as some follow in their footsteps and become carpenters,woodworkers,factory workers,office workers,and so on,or for the lucky few we adventure off and become one of our own, entrepreneurs.

But, there comes a time in our life where we ask ourselves why am I here? For myself I will let you in on something I have been finding my own self asking as time passes by.

I recently have faced a very personal loss in my life. My mother who I adored recently passed away. I was thinking all my life had been full of loss with the loss of my father at the age of five,at the age of around eight I watched the women who used to babysit me die in front of me,as I was older I lost my niece to a car/ train accident and then my mother's life partner, now my mother. Well, I say I can look at my life as one of two ways, I could say... I am the victim of loss. But that would be out weighing my purpose in life. So I had been thinking alot lately what it is I am really good at. I am good at how I am dealing with the losses in my life.
The "How" part can be quite creative sometimes. I sometimes use meditation, and creative realization, the memories will always remain and no one can take that away. Sometimes, when I feel as if I really have no answers I ask myself what would my mother have said? Then, I knew her so well the answer suddenly comes to me.

It takes time but the things you can do with pictures to create a movie for yourself with photo's and the perfect song to capture the moments that you had can be quite fun and the memories are with you the way you remember.

So many ways to deal with the spirit of your loved ones.
One thing I have been asking myself lately is what is my purpose of being? As I looked back at my past, dealing with the dying process as a child and now again as a grown up I found my hidden purpose.
I love to write and love to share what I have went through in life. Maybe someone who is shy,lonely or just have no idea what to do with the feeling of loss, can look at my feelings and thoughts on loss and relate to what I am saying.

It's never an easy thing to accept, but you can get through it. Some may take months, some may take years. There comes a time when I asked myself what would my mother want me to do. I can still hear her say " Do not worry about me, I will be fine, you take care of yourself and your family." So with all that in my mind, I am going to do just that.

In closing this article, there are plenty self help books on healing, and finding your purpose in life.