For Life

The candle lighting ceremony had to have been one of the most amazing sights I have ever seen. The entire walking path was lit with paper bags with a name on each one, either in loving memory of or in honor of. We were all given a candle as well. We lit our candles to remember those who had lost their battle, those who had won the battle, and those who were still fighting the battle. The entire park was dark except for these candles. I stood in the center of the park and watched the candles move around the path. It was so amazing. All of these people coming to fight one cause. Each of us had a specific person in mind, but we had all commiserated for this one main cause. I felt an amazing feeling of camaraderie. I only knew 4 people in the entire park, but for the split second we were all holding candles, I felt as if I knew them all. I felt as if I connected with every single one of those people. We shed tears together, we lit candles together, we sang together, and we hugged each other. It was so spiritual for me. I am not a religious person by any means, but I do believe in the spiritual world. I do believe there is a path that we are lead to follow. I believe that each person and event comes into our lives for a reason.

This, for me, came into my life to help me understand others coping with this disease. To help me understand the power of life and death. To help me know that this disease is something that no one has control over. I heard many stories out on that field and my heart wept for each one of them. I didn’t know them or where they were coming from, but I could feel their pain. I wish all those battling the disease a nice recovery and if not, I wish closure for them and their families. This was an amazing eye opener for me and I wish more people could come and learn from this event.

No Comment

It has been talked about millions of times and will continue to be talked about. I have read article upon article, blog upon blog, email upon email and I am no longer allowed to speak of it. I have to say "no comment" to everyone who texts, calls, or emails. The truth of the matter is that I am truly crushed. I am in utter shock. The second the news was confirmed, the only thought running through my mind was that it was all a lie. That it was some sort of ugly publicity stunt. I grew up listening to the music as well as the parodies by Weird Al. I went to a birthday party in elementary school where his impersonator was ready to wow the guests. I learned the infamous walk that only a few mastered and others only wish they could do. I wrote of his new adventures once a week as he was ready to begin one of the biggest concert tours my company had ever seen. My job was to follow the news of the tour and report. I sat yards from the rehearsals for one of the most technologically advanced shows he would ever do.

A huge part of me still does not believe the facts to be facts. Blood hounds are out to get the truth from me and my company and I wish we could just let it be and mourn. People say the music died in 1959 with a plane crash killing Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens, and The Big Bopper. It may have died for that generation, but I believe that the music died for my generation yesterday.

I do not know what is to come in the next few weeks as news of the autopsy floats to the surface. I wish his family could mourn in peace. He did not leave this earth with the best track record, but he was human and we all make mistakes. He and I share famous initials and I think I am kind of proud of that.

Cliché: RIP MJ.

Perchance To Dream

What is hidden in the darkness of the night becomes readily apparent in the light of the day. Sometimes you just need to set up camp and sit it out until a clearer picture can be seen.

Don't Stop Believin'

To Love

–noun
1. a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person.
2. a feeling of warm personal attachment or deep affection, as for a parent, child, or friend.
3. sexual passion or desire.
4. a person toward whom love is felt; beloved person; sweetheart.
5. (used in direct address as a term of endearment, affection, or the like): Would you like to see a movie, love?
6. a love affair; an intensely amorous incident; amour.


7. sexual intercourse; copulation.
8. (initial capital letter) a personification of sexual affection, as Eros or Cupid.
9. affectionate concern for the well-being of others: the love of one's neighbor.


10. strong predilection, enthusiasm, or liking for anything: her love of books.
11. the object or thing so liked: The theater was her great love.
12. the benevolent affection of God for His creatures, or the reverent affection due from them to God.


13. Chiefly Tennis. a score of zero; nothing.
14. a word formerly used in communications to represent the letter L.
–verb (used with object)
15. to have love or affection for: All her pupils love her.
16. to have a profoundly tender, passionate affection for (another person).


17. to have a strong liking for; take great pleasure in: to love music.
18. to need or require; benefit greatly from: Plants love sunlight.
19. to embrace and kiss (someone), as a lover.
20. to have sexual intercourse with.

To Move

1. the act, process, or result of moving.
2. a particular manner or style of moving.
3. Usually, movements. actions or activities, as of a person or a body of persons.
4. Military, Naval. a change of position or location of troops or ships.
5. abundance of events or incidents.
6. rapid progress of events.


7. the progress of events, as in a narrative or drama.
8. Fine Arts. the suggestion of motion in a work of art, either by represented gesture in figurative painting or sculpture or by the relationship of structural elements in a design or composition.
9. a progressive development of ideas toward a particular conclusion: the movement of his thought.
10. a series of actions or activities intended or tending toward a particular end: the movement toward universal suffrage.


11. the course, tendency, or trend of affairs in a particular field.
12. a diffusely organized or heterogeneous group of people or organizations tending toward or favoring a generalized common goal: the antislavery movement; the realistic movement in art.
13. the price change in the market of some commodity or security: an upward movement in the price of butter.
14. bowel movement.
15. the working parts or a distinct portion of the working parts of a mechanism, as of a watch.
16. Music.


a. a principal division or section of a sonata, symphony, or the like.
b. motion; rhythm; time; tempo.
17. Prosody. rhythmical structure or charact

When In Rain

I have never been a huge fan of the rain. Everything was always really difficult when it rained. Walking to and from class wasn’t fun because you would get wet. You would have to dodge all the puddles. You couldn’t sit on the grass and soak up the sun. Traffic would be horrible because for some reason people freak out when it begins to rain and drive like morons. Everything would get wet. You would throw your wet umbrella in the back of the car getting the entire back seat wet. The weather is always cold when it rains unless you live in Hawaii or something. Soccer games were always cancelled. If it started raining during a soccer game, the ball would be impossible to kick because it would be wet and slippery. Mud gets everywhere. Plus running in the rain is not an easy task. I just have always had so many reasons to dislike the rain.

Recently, I have come to a new appreciation for the rain. After it rains, the sky looks amazing. While it rains, you can curl up and watch a movie on the couch with your friends or someone you love. Turning on the fireplace is always a plus. The way rain smells is very interesting. It has a distinct smell that I can’t even begin to put into words. Driving to work in the rain doesn’t bother me for some reason. I like to sit in the traffic and hear the rain hitting my car.

I think my new appreciation comes from the fact that my life has changed. I don’t have to walk to and from class anymore. Soccer only occurs on Sundays now. I work indoors all day. I have to endure traffic anyway so why not endure it in the rain while I listen to my favorite band. I never understood why my brother and mom loved the rain so much. Now I know.

I am still one who loves the sun and can never get enough. But if it were to rain once in a while, I wouldn’t mind so much anymore.