A bittersweet memory in your life?

I was thinking to myself recently that it is all of 19 years ago this month since I was preparing to go away to university. Time really does fly! Leaving to go away to university was for me bittersweet. I was looking forward to it for sure yet sad too knowing that there were things I would be leaving behind.

 

all of it in a way, up until about ten years ago when my pension started coming in.
not being able to make my perminent home of some of the places i found to camp at different times in my life.
there are, i would have to say, hundreds of times or incidents bitter or sweet or both.
every person, place or thing i have had, for one reason or another, to leave behind.

not being able to live in the forests i grew up in, and now they all seem to be on fire.
which i guess means i'm lucky not to have been there for the fires.

life is wierd. it moves you maybe where you're needed, never knowing entirely why until after the fact, and sometimes not even then.

 

One Marriage: Sweet, and turned Bitter.

 

One Marriage: Sweet, and then lost her to bitter cancer

 

No guarantees in life and I believe you mentioned a long marriage, so that says a LOT...many never get that. Sorry for your loss.....

 

Thank you Joyce.
Sweet: having Joyce amongst our community
Bitter: ever losing Joyce with our community

 

The sun and the sky climbing mount San Gorgonio when I was 13 or 14 years old at boarding school. Actually, everything about that school. Recently, Paris Hilton released a documentary about how terrible her experience was with Provo Canyon and that their staff were abusive. She also went to CEDU, where I went, and took off when she turned 18. I was younger, and stayed beyond the planned 2 and 1/2 years. My circumstances were much different than Paris', but anyway I can't help but feel like fighting for the boarding school. The emotional growth programming that everyone in the universe is super critical of was my upbringing. That's how I know who I am, where I come from, and my sense of being and belonging. My soul just resonates with emotion. It's one of the most powerful sensations I have ever experiencedf - pure & honest, not the forced and fabricated psychedelic drug-addled social suicide I perpetrated later in my teens. My emotional reality exists because of that place and what they taught me about myself and my world.

So the sun soaked sky near San Bernadino is bittersweet, and I'll never forget my time there.

 

Thanks, I'm glad I was guided here..I would have Never found it on my own. I like the diversity of it and it's not too huge but huge enough to not get lost among the masses...

 

No so much a memory but bittersweet none the less. I was brought up in a household with 2 sisters and a brother with my Dad and stepmother. Growing up, I was always the problem child, always getting into trouble, getting bad grades, short attention span, unmotivated and didn't have a direction. My father, bless his soul, always (never in a bad or condescending way) said that I was the one he worried the most about... This continues through highschool, I got so so grades for my final exam and subsequent dropped out of college. My dad was pretty distraught. I was 16 at the time and aimlessly going through life...

A couple of years later, sadly my dad fell very ill very quickly and left us when I was 19. I was devastated and lost for a while and often think back that the last days of his life were used up worry about me and how my life would turn out and it still upsets me.

Years down the line now, I'm married with children and have had a few successful businesses under my belt. We both have nice cars and live in a nice house. Both the kids are doing amazing in school. Settled.

It just upsets me that my dad couldn't be around to see all of this, that he didn't do anything wrong and I would turn out ok but alas it wasn't to be. I am not religious but I hope wherever he is, he can see us and smile.

 

Of all the places I went and all the people that I met along the way--some for a day or two--some for longer and some for much longer---it's bittersweet NOW--that I didn't keep in touch with them at all. From Hawaii to Florida to California to Washington to Oregon to Canada. I'll never know how their lives went over the years. I now see that it's pretty sad in the end to be a loner. They're gone. Just gone.

 

I have made so many "friends" coast to coast and the longer one lives the more they come in contact with. No way we can keep in contact with all of them...so much changes in our lives and theirs....they are all in my memory bank, which is still GOOD....good memory.

This is probably rare, but I still keep in contact with 2 girl classmates, they are both on East Coast, and just recently talked to 2 guy classmates who both stayed in our hometown back East....very very pleasant to have these contacts...now and then.

 

I can empathize with that feeling, today, particularly with an old friend who I promised to visit, then put it off due to family pressures and last week got a call to say that he had passed away.

I can even remember people I met on holidays, who for some reason left a lasing impression, but sadly, even if I could contact them, they would not be alive today.

 

Obviously, like me, you treated people with respect. So now we have our reward in the form of all those happy memories.

 

Life can be very cruel at times, but you have your reward in all those happy memories.

 

Thank goodness for the memories and Good Mind to remember them.