When I looked at the calendar, I realized why.
March 25, the anniversary of his untimely death. On this day, every year, I give thanks for his short but beautiful life, grateful that he shared his last years with me.
John Robin Copeland
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| I love this photo of him (Right) in Dublin, Ireland. He love rugby, played defence. |
Subconsciously, he's always there, because he's a part of what and who I am. He helped to shape me, he gave me the greatest gift, the gift of unconditional love, and his death with all the consequences made me who I am today. It's true that like steel, when we go through fire, we get stronger. When I emerged from the fire, I became stronger and I discovered my true self as I stumbled for many years after that. I loved again -- and lost, not because I didn't love enough, but because he acted through fear, not love. I never regret loving someone. Never. It doesn't matter if you "lose", you never really lose if you love from deep inside you, if you give it freely. It's said that all actions are based on one of two things: love or fear. If I've learned one thing, it's to act from a place of love, not from your fears. Act from your strengths, not your weaknesses.
It's not enough to merely survive. It's how you survive and who you become as a result.
For those who have lost someone dear, I send you all my love and comfort.
