I was born and raised on Long Island, N.Y. living a mile from The Fire Island Ferries,where so many of the rich and famous spend their summers.
Summers were mostly spent at the beach,familiar comforting sounds of waves,segals and kids building sandcastles
While in reality people were "riding waves" and not in the sense of surfing.
Being from N.Y. you are raised Long Island strong,as they say, and most of us live our lives not acknowledging the elephant in the room,but,it makes us stronger and who we are. That's where "riding the wave" begins!
I've rode many waves in my lifetime,all of which made me stronger...enriched me...never was I taken under toe by a wave, before.....until now. Although,the wave has gotten a hold of me...I will find my way to shore ,in one piece, and a better person...but,never the same person I was before. Lifes storms have a way of changing one,forever. That's not always a bad thing...its a reality!
Loving with all your heart and soul,giving completely of onezelf is a beautiful thing...a forfilling love...enjoying the person you're with completelyand accepting them unconditionally flaws and all is what I would honextly consider my first real experience being in total unconditional love. Sadly,it took until 51 yrs of age to happen,and even sadder,with a man that was incapable of returning that kind of love. He did love me..the best way he could,but, it wasn't anything any normal woman could be content with,let alone feel secure and stable in that kind of love.
I'm not sure if I'll ever cross waves with this man again,and I do know a piece of him will remain with me for life,just like that Long Island sunset.
This wave I may be riding far into the Pacific Ocean before I'm able to let go. The kind of letting go you do with a loved ones ashes. If you know me...youd know 20 mos later ALLof my late husbands ashes are still sitting in a beautiful cherry wood box n my room.
This mans '"ashes" burn deep in my heart. Waiti g forthe flame to be put out...or the current of the wave to wash them away forever.
Ask me if id love him all over again....and my answer to you would be...do jelly fish sting?
Summers were mostly spent at the beach,familiar comforting sounds of waves,segals and kids building sandcastles
While in reality people were "riding waves" and not in the sense of surfing.
Being from N.Y. you are raised Long Island strong,as they say, and most of us live our lives not acknowledging the elephant in the room,but,it makes us stronger and who we are. That's where "riding the wave" begins!
I've rode many waves in my lifetime,all of which made me stronger...enriched me...never was I taken under toe by a wave, before.....until now. Although,the wave has gotten a hold of me...I will find my way to shore ,in one piece, and a better person...but,never the same person I was before. Lifes storms have a way of changing one,forever. That's not always a bad thing...its a reality!
Loving with all your heart and soul,giving completely of onezelf is a beautiful thing...a forfilling love...enjoying the person you're with completelyand accepting them unconditionally flaws and all is what I would honextly consider my first real experience being in total unconditional love. Sadly,it took until 51 yrs of age to happen,and even sadder,with a man that was incapable of returning that kind of love. He did love me..the best way he could,but, it wasn't anything any normal woman could be content with,let alone feel secure and stable in that kind of love.
I'm not sure if I'll ever cross waves with this man again,and I do know a piece of him will remain with me for life,just like that Long Island sunset.
This wave I may be riding far into the Pacific Ocean before I'm able to let go. The kind of letting go you do with a loved ones ashes. If you know me...youd know 20 mos later ALLof my late husbands ashes are still sitting in a beautiful cherry wood box n my room.
This mans '"ashes" burn deep in my heart. Waiti g forthe flame to be put out...or the current of the wave to wash them away forever.
Ask me if id love him all over again....and my answer to you would be...do jelly fish sting?
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