LOVE

There was this  worldwide study not to long ago, thousands of people were interviewed. These people were from different cultures, races, religions, beliefs, occupations, and ages. Yet all the interviewees shared one thing in common: they knew they were going to die within a week or two. These people, some of them on their deathbeds, were asked the following questions: "What do you wish you had done in your life? What are your regrets?"
Nearly all the answers from this cross section of humanity were of the same type, a theme with many variations. The basic answer to these vital questions was, "I wish I had loved more."
Some of the dying people said, "I wish I had loved my wife more," or "I wish I had loved my children more." Wished I  had loved myself  more, or  God more. But whatever the specifics of the desire, it all boiled down to, "I wish I had lived more in my heart than in my head." When it really counts, when the actions of life are weighed most profoundly and with the ultimate honesty, all our regrets are going to be the same: that we didn't love enough.
No one said, "I wish I had bought a bigger car." No one said they wished they had acquired more toys or become the president of the corporation. In other words, the things we consider to be important in our life are totally worthless when life itself is on the line. Then, the only thing that really matters is how much we love.
 We do not enter life with our mind, we enter with our spirit. We do not leave life with our mind, we leave with our spirit. When we live out life from love ,as we breathe our last breath, we will smile knowing that we have lived, loved, and died without regret. 

Love yourself, Love your family..Spread Love ..in the end that is all that matters.

In Peace And Love Dad

If you  died today could you say that you lived with no regret, no fear, pure  gratitude , you laughed often, you forgave yourself and others  and you loved deeply ?  You see  today I found out that my Father James Edward Trivette died.

One of the saddest days of my life is also an inspiration, a day to remind me that I  don't know how long I have on this earth.

My father and I had not spoken in 12 years, yet I have very fond memories of him before that.

He wasn’t a bad person or a terrible father , he was just running from his own demons, in pain, and spilling that pain all over the place.
You  can push  pain down, run from it, deny it, and try to numb it out, but if you do, your pain owns you and  as a result, you will hurt yourself, and everyone around you. You won’t mean to do that, but it’s inevitable. People in pain hurt people. The path to healing is an inward trek it  is not another person,  the latest self help book or shiny stuff. It's an inward trek you have to take alone. The only question is how long you're going to wait to take it.

My dad struggled for as long as I can remember with Alcoholism .

In his struggles he excluded everyone including my sister and I.

Some people never set out to heal. They just act out. And then one day they die.

I truly believe  that life does not have to be painful with tiny breaks of light based on circumstance. There’s something excruciatingly gorgeous in being with things as they are with no regret, faith, pure gratitude and love. 

Dad I love you and I always have.

I know you have found much peace that you deserve.