To Thine Ownself Be True


Your mantra, repeated over and over, and always upheld by you in your life.

Three years ago you left us all after finally finding something that could beat your spirit, and sadly it was your own health. The one thing we all take for granted, and the one thing we should never take for granted.  Without our health, our spirit falls and we can't get our head up to see the future.  Just what you went through three years ago.  To say we miss you, that our love has not decreased by even a minute amount is an understatement.  Every day you pop into our lives in some way to show us you are still nearby.

The words though, they carry me onwards and upwards as you always used to say too.  When there are dark days, I just keep thinking I have to make up for the time you lost as well as what I want to achieve on my own as well.  There are so many things to do, so many good times to be had, and yet I still want to stop and just have quiet time on special days to remember, to dwell, to regroup and move forwards.

So Shakespeare shared your first name, but Polonious did not share as much with you other than wisdom.

This above all: to thine own self be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Farewell, my blessing season this in thee!

Many think these words relate to honesty, but in fact they are about taking care of what you do first and foremost and that way you will always treat others the way you want to be treated.  With kindness, generosity, freedom of thought, and equipped to help others because the self is true, fit, keen, happy, and positive in outlook. I know I have failed at this in the past, but since you left I have gotten much better at making sure that I am OK so I am better able to help others.

I see that others often take and take without caring about those they profess to love.  Love is not words, Love is actions and thoughts.  The words are the icing on the cake, but if you just eat icing, you get very sick.  We need substance, we need the bread, not the fancy, highly decorated cake.  We need real food, soul food, not gimicks, not paint & plaster but solid foundations.

The real world is not always an easy place to live, especially when you have a soul as beautiful as yours, but I see you, I hear you, and I know your soul is still with us every day.

Especially today.





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