|Time With Tamika|
Relationships & Life
Death. What a word? It has such a negative connotation. People, animals, and plants die, really all living things have an end date. Why does that frighten us so much?? It is always the fear of the unknown that inhibits us from being and playing the game of life appropriately. I've had to experience the death of a loved one more often than I would like to. When my father died, something struck me after I cried endless hours alone in the darkness. I asked why, so many times I cannot even think of a an actual number. I was so sad inside. The sadness carried such a void, a real feeling of forget it all! Forget this life! Forget this world! Somehow with the grace of God, and with the spurts of energy I was given to wipe my tears and hide my sadness I kept going; I lived. The struggle of acceptance was a daily happening. Every moment, I just wanted it all to end. I wanted things to be different, but again, somehow I pushed forth. I cried, I yelled, I sat, I walked, I talked, I hid, I left myself, in order to cope. The truth is I did not begin to cope until I truly thought of what had happened. My dad was no longer here. All the dreams, and visions I had of him being in my life in the future were no more. So definite. So painful. I felt a spark, and suddenly I began to understand his soul, the light of his energy could guide me, and it has. When I need strength he is there. Such a blessing. I miss him like no other. He is and was my daddy, no matter what. He contributed to me being the person I am today. The love we share is gracious, pure, and unconditional. I love you Dad! Every moment I live, I grasp the fact that your soul has opened doors for me and thrust me into the realization that pain is all the same. That peering into the eyes of another is not only having the ability to see another, but you are seeing yourself. Your death taught me to feel, and to be the best that I can be. I love YOU!!!! I miss you!!!
I know I'm not the only one that thinks about what if?? What if I did not meet that person? What if I went the other route? What if I simply just did not care?? The biggest what if for me, what if I died today?? What would happen? Would people care?? I think everyone wants to know they are needed and have a purpose to fulfill. We all want to feel that the world would be a different place without our physical presence, right?? In thinking about that last what if question, you have to think about the memories you have left behind, and the legacy of your name. My soul warrants the timing of generating favorable memories to the heart. I allow the universe to be one with me so I can achieve the growth I need. It is not easy. Most times to love, may mean to be ignored. To give, may mean you will not reap the rewards immediately. To ask questions, you get the answers, but maybe not the way you expected them to come. Emotionally I am breaking down because I can feel the emotions of so many others. I inhibit the pain of those I see, and those I love. I can see what most would probably not like for me to see. The pain of seeing, but to not be seen is probably the deepest pain one can ever experience. As I walk, breathe, and grow in this world, and realm of life, the only memory and destiny I hope to leave behind is to have acknowledged the depths and presence of those I have come in contact with. At the end, when it is all said and done, people want to know they are cared for. I promise with every fiber of my being, with every breath I take, those I have been blessed to be amongst have made more of an impression on me than I did them, and more than anything else, I remember, love and acknowledge their presence.
Thank you to YOU!!
I figured I better share while I am in the mood to, this type of mood does not happen very often. I created a video awhile back to have a visual representation of what The Oprah Winfrey Show has meant to me. It is more than most could understand, but it is the truth. In the meantime....watch the video to get a greater understanding and please let me know what you think,
I'm sitting watching Remembering Whitney: The Oprah Interview. Years ago when it first premiered I was eager to see the interview. I was one of those people rooting for Whitney. I've always been inspired by music. As I've mentioned before music moves me. Whitney's music moves me. Whitney has always been a talent no one else could match. Not only was she a woman with a voice able to pierce souls with a kind of emotion that is not common, she had something else to offer. I think we each have a definite purpose. While watching this interview I looked at Whitney as she articulated her life experiences. She understood the growth she went through, and she acknowledged the source that got her through it all. Throughout the entire thing, I just kept thinking about how much we do not know about our future and what is in store for us. Whitney surely was a vessel for love. Her voice forced us to share a bond. Who she was and what her voice represented was and is a gift. We fail to see people so often. Souls are here to present us with what we need, what we really desire. I got that again as I watched this interview. I totally understand that Whitney, like so many others, give of themselves so that we can be illuminated with the most powerful love we have EVER known. We are able to bask in who she was as a human body in existence upon this planet. Her heart is what caused people to love, and want to be around her. Her daughter, Bobbi Kristina is what will offer the most heightened piece of Whitney's soul, and thank goodness for that.
I noticed Whitney shared the love she had for Oprah. She wanted Oprah to know she saw her. I think Oprah missed it. Even through the moments of releasing personal stories, Whitney was concerned with another, and others. She was a teacher-one that will be severely missed. She wants us to remember what is important in this life. I just pray we get it.
Whitney is love...
Author: Tamika Carlton
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