Posted by Laura on December 20, 2002 at 13:51:35:
In Reply to: A thought for all posted by Barbara on November 13, 2002 at 17:13:12:
Thank you for that, Barbara.
I was never afraid to be alone. I separated from my husband in June 01, and lived alone in my own little (I mean little) apartment for a year. In that year, I learned a lot about myself - very important in the growing process - especially how to shop/cook/clean for one. In that year, he and I conversed via phone - and I saw him a couple of times when I went to Texas for Christmas - and we got past the initial hostility, we dealt with the hurt (or so I thought), we talked like best friends do.
When he shot himself, I had already encircled myself with friends. I moved into an apartment with his cousin and his family (to save cash), and I'd met a guy whom I knew would be good to me. My friends, even their two young boys were very good to me. Toni (Randy's (the cousin) wife) and I were good friends before we moved in together. We've had a few issues to resolve, and after my husband killed himself, we both realized that there are things we need to deal with and other things to get emotional over. My boyfriend, Gabriel, saved my life. Had he not been there for me, I would have flown home regardless of having the cash to do so, and I may have done myself in. I attempted suicide several years ago, but came to realize later that love is powerful and all-consuming - and HEALING. Love comes from different sources - it's a matter of knowing where to look. At the same time, it's also a matter of not so much looking, but feeling and being accepting.
Karma and love go hand in hand, I believe. If you spread good karma, you are spreading love.