Can’t We All Just Get Along?

I’ve been noticing lately that several posts on FaceBook have been other people making fun of someone else or their lifestyle. I’m pretty sure the people posting comments like that wouldn’t say that face to face, or at least I hope not.

What happened to getting along? To being respectful to others? To upholding the dignity of others? I mean, really, if we are truly honest with ourselves we are neither God, nor are we perfect. Everyone that walks this life has issues. We are all weird in our own way. All have quirks that most would find annoying. All wanting love. All seeking some kind of happiness. And although some may not be able to admit it, we are all equal. ALL.

Maybe those that make those posts are really the unhappy ones. Maybe they feel the need to try and get people to agree with them so they feel better about themselves. I don’t know, but it seems to be a growing trend… and it’s sad.

A few years ago, I learned the phrase, “Live and Let Live”. Once I finally “got it”, it was one of the most freeing lessons in my life thus far.  Most people are doing their best. Whether or not I agree with what they are doing is not my business. There are extremes… like those that hurt others. That’s different. I’m talking about the general population of people. Those you see working, serving, driving, living, etc.

I am constantly reminded that we are ALL created from the same hand. No one of us is better than another. Making fun of someone’s appearance, parenting, possessions, etc. is just plain wrong. It’s assuming you have the answers for someone else. Honestly, most of us don’t have the answers for ourselves, much less someone else. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve done it. I’m just as guilty, but the older I get the more I realize that we really could all just get along if we learned that the ONLY person we can change is ourselves. And I’m pretty sure we all have things that would take us the rest of our lives to work on instead of trying to “fix” someone else.

OK… now… let’s play nice and get along :)

Time Doesn’t Make it Easier

This past weekend I spent time in Brazoria, my home town. The place where I learned and grew and was loved. Going home always brings back good memories of family, friends, school, and church. Yes, there are those few negative things from the past, but for the most part, my childhood was filled with happy memories. A true blessing.

Many of those happy memories are of my grandmother, Nanny, as we called her. Her given name was Nellie Elizabeth. So beautiful. She passed away in 1994, a memory that is forever written on my heart. I loved her and still do.

People often say that “time heals all wounds”. I have found that to be false, for me anyway. Time does not make death easier. I think about her most days. Something she used to do that I found funny, the “programs” she used to watch, the fried chicken that she made better than anyone… ever… but mainly how she loved. And gave.

This weekend I took a walk to her grave. I go every time I visit my parents and every time it’s the same. Me telling her about my life. Me crying. Me asking her about heaven. Me crying. Me explaining the events of the past year. Me crying. Me asking her questions that I know she can’t answer about how she survived being a single Mom.  Me walking away with a huge empty feeling because she’s not here.

If time truly “healed” then I’d think that 17 years would be an appropriate time to start feeling better. But it hasn’t. I still miss her and sometimes it hurts just as much as when I said goodbye next to her hospital bed in ’94.

I’m pretty sure that any kind of “death” stays with you, be it physical death, the death of your health, the death of your marriage, or the death of a friendship. I do think that “time heals” for those that were not immediately affected. But for those it’s happening to or close family and friends, it doesn’t.

Of course that’s just my opinion and my experience.