tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2268417085996257781.post8634390592678966379..comments2014-03-10T09:01:48.014-07:00Comments on Dreams of a Lost Girl: If I die youngAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13158807849983763516noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2268417085996257781.post-68078589713503096702011-11-28T23:30:43.885-08:002011-11-28T23:30:43.885-08:00Loss is never easy at any age. The first major los...Loss is never easy at any age. The first major loss in my life...that I can remember came the day after Christmas in 1964. My beloved Aunt Rosie was killed in an automobile accident. I didn't go to the funeral. I never really said good-bye. For the longest time I believed they had buried the wrong person, although I knew in my heart that my dad wouldn't let them do that. It took me until last year....2010 to understand why I get so depressed at Christmas time. I am hoping that now I know the cause, I won't have the issue this year. Because, I have always loved Christmas. <br /><br />See you are not alone. No one understands. No one can really express the hurt. It is different for everyone. As long as you are alive, Grandma Rita will be alive, too. Don't regret that you didn't say 'I love you' often enough. She knew. Dwell on the happy times with her. <br /><br />As to you dying young....forget it that is NOT allowed. I've lost enough students over the years to want to outlive all the rest thank you very much. Yes, you've made an impact. You may not know it. The person you impacted may not even realize it yet. But you have. <br /><br />So, continue to be YOU. Question whatever you want. But live your life to the fullest. Don't waste time on regrets. They just make you sad. Take time to smell flowers, watch birds, and enjoy the company of those you love. Memories last a lifetime and longer.<br /><br />I love you.Rebecka Vigushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14793832545022145888noreply@blogger.com