dereksbicycles
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Do you know that there is a bike called Phoenix? I forgot who made it. I think it was Murray. Either way, it is a department store bike and not a brand name bike.
Its a China made bike.Do you know that there is a bike called Phoenix? I forgot who made it. I think it was Murray. Either way, it is a department store bike and not a brand name bike.
Its a China made bike.
I was with some older friends that had in recent times gone through Hell. I knew of it and the conversation touched on them but did not dwell on them.I'm learning to be more and more positive every day. It really makes a big difference to make a positive status as opposed to negative status each day. I'm friends with 1 or 2 people from AD on Facebook. I would like to make more friends so that people can read positive comments from my status and learn something from them. Hopefully, I would learn a thing or 2 from your status.
It makes a world of difference being surrounded by positive people as opposed to negative people, YES, IT DOES!!! Looking forward to making more friends---especially with positive minded people.
I can't express this to my family right now ... it will make them cry even more.
It hurts .. I just need to get it out is all.
I am learning to be patient. Very patient.
Steinhauer said:I learned something I can't describe in words. I lost someone very close whom I consider a confidant, comrade, family, friend. She waited ...patiently .. for my son to be born before she left this world. She was his great grandmother.
The loss was devastating for the entire family, but we knew it was her time.
When I arrived in the ER, she had just passed, and my grandpa in law, was holding her hand. He was the only calm person in the room. The way he looked at her was indescribable .... just pure love. Her children (my in laws) were overwhelmed with grief. My wife had to be rocked like a little baby by one of the doctors. I had to take my newborn son into another room.
But my grandpa in law ... calm. He just kept looking at her and held her hand. She didn't die in her own arms. Yesterday, when i went to visit him, he couldn't take his eyes off a picture of her
So ... what did I learn today?
Every time there is a celebration of life, there will be a time to grieve. Life sometimes belts out a bittersweet melody and all we can do is listen to it.
First time I mentioned it ... I am having a delayed reaction. I had to be the calm collected one.
On my side of the family, specifically, my mother's side, they are Irish Roman Catholics from Brooklyn, New York. I call my grandmother "nana". A long time ago, when her brother passed away, she told me something I will never forget. She said everyone except the Irish have it backwards. She said when a baby is born, the Irish will mourn and grieve that such an innocent little soul is being brought into a world of disappointment and pain. And .. when someone passes, the Irish will celebrate knowing that the person who died has gone to a better place, where there is no more pain. For me though .... it would be hard to celebrate this loss, although I am relieved that she is not in pain anymore.
This is where I am having difficulty explaining what I learned ... I guess I have just never seen, or maybe, never realized, the kind of love I saw in my grandpa's eyes when he was holding my grandma's hand. Even though he was the calmest one in the room, the expression on his face was the loudest. He was teaching everyone in the room how to love and .... how to die. A 93 year old D-Day Veteran, US Navy Officer, roughest, toughest and strongest man I have ever known. When he came to see me when I was holding my son in the other room ... he just smiled and said "She was just making room for the little one"