It is to say the least the person I am writing this about is my inspiration. For 180 days, 1,260 hours, 75,600 minutes, and 4,536,000 seconds they do what very little can. They have built my future as well as anyone else they encounter. Through devoting personalized time they have made me feel as though I matter and for a while it was difficult to find that within myself but this person's constant faith and strength kept me going more than anything. Even in the hardest moments of my day they provided me an escape and outlet without even realizing. In the bleak morning in which I felt like a deadman walking the conversations we had sparked my motivation for that day. It requires so much love and strength to do what they do. They build a path, a future, and a friendship like no other person I've ever met could. As I fell out with my best friend, they were there every step of the way. They called out my BS when needed and let me cry as well. I believe that our world is broken and that so many people are only in it for themselves but it is people like this person that change my perspective entirely and make me hopeful. So many people I know hurt but this person has so much inner strength that they manage to take away some of the hurt and save each person a little. Many people in their position would never have given me the time of day or be able to impact me the way this person has. I tell them my goals and immediately they are there giving me ways to achieve them. They believe in my ability more than I ever have. I tell them my fear and immediately they refute them and help shoulder some of it, making it a little less scary. I tell them my crazy strange theories and immediately we discuss it in depth, making it feel as though it is the only thing that matters in the world. They, unlike others, have showed me the darkness in life but also given me ways to cope and adapt to it. As well they have showed me the laughter and happiness that excretes from every living thing.

COVID-19. It is in the forefront of everyone's minds and its effects are being felt in the homes of millions and each passing day it seems to come up with new ways to change the lives we thought we had control of. However as the weeks go by and social distancing begins to separate the lives of individuals a collective ring is being felt in the global consciousness of meme-hood. The bois aren’t being tucked into bed.

Trust is the most important key in human relationships and without it, you can never believe in the other person anymore. Whenever I hear the word trust I feel like to laugh. I experienced some of the harshest ways of break of trust in my life, and this is something I still haven’t forgotten about.

Claudine was always the one who got the attention. She had deep green eyes and red hair that was between ginger and deep red. She looked Irish and royal all at once especially because of her skin that had a lunar luminescence to it. That was why George, then William, noticed her.

In my not-so-long life, I’ve gotten to know quite a few wonderful women. I was raised by one, I’ve been taught by many and loved by more. Aunts, grandmothers, teachers, co-workers, friends, and even public figures I’ve never met have all played a role in shaping me. This Women’s History Month, I wanted to write about one woman in particular, and that woman’s name is Mary Liuzzo Lilleboe.

We all meet people in the most unexpected places possible and then some amazing friendships are made. Sometimes they elevate into something romantic or the friendship reaches a peak and you both are practically family members to each other but in my case, although I had a few friends who became family, I had a lot of friends that were tragically lost. This is the story of how marriage caused me to lose a specific friend of mine.

Rosemary was a friend of mine, just as spicy as her name. She was an Arab American woman,beautiful for any age..stunning salt and pepper hair and sparkling eyes. Mother of five and grandmother to ten, and she played a special role in each of their lives.Still in great shape, standing proud at 5’2”. Always smiling and always helping someone. Her motto was if you can help the community then do something .Friend to the entire community. Sharp minded, quick witted and always sharing her organizing and health ideas, she had better ways to do everything. She taught her grandkids what loyalty and family were all about, and put them to work so they felt capable. She held them accountable and lifted them up.She was always volunteering at their schools. She juiced her own vegetables, had wheatgrass growing in her fridge,juiced her own,and ate fresh organic food. She lifted weights and worked out three days a week. She got massages a few days a week and did her stretches and took her walks. She even tried the trampoline with her grandkids once and broke her ankle, she was just trying to drain her lymphatics.She kept going. Exercise and a great attitude and a smile and determination to live a positive life. All this is true and it’s also true she had cancer. And still no complaining. She tried to beat it. But it kept coming back.she had what they call the BRCA2 gene, it makes it very hard to escape cancer sometimes. I’m a massage therapist,I massaged her a few times a week at times,and she would tell me great pieces of advice, like how to get out of debt and how to love myself more. And I listened to her a lot. She was very strict with me and forced me to get out of debt. She stayed organized and taught me a lot about getting right to the point. No grey areas. Just get the job done. She was dying but she always wanted to know how I was, and lived every day as if her life would continue on.She didn’t feel sorry for herself.She always wanted to make me feel special...even as she was leaving the Earth.She demanded that I respect myself. At least in her company. She never complained about the pain and discomfort she felt while dying. Before she passed, one month before, her amazing family had a surprise birthday party for her 80th,and all her family and friends came from all over to see her one last time. There were about 100 people there. She entered the room and was literally glowing! A truly gorgeous woman! The energy came straight from her heart and her entire being was emanating positivity! She laughed and had an amazing last birthday. It was beautiful to see several generations all together, all loving this amazing woman. Honoring such a wonderful life.

People might have heard the term "platonic friendships" or "platonic relationships." They might have even been involved in one of them. However, some people might not know much about platonic friendships or platonic relationships. So, let's set the record straight about what they are and what they are not.

Scene 1 : St. John’s Nursing Home, Saturday Afternoon

Back to 2015 for probably the last time here, part of the journey is the end, right? 2015 was just one big fight like Avengers: Infinity War and Avengers: Endgame but there were a lot of emotions involved. Luckily, I was glad to have a resting place where I could gather everything together and be ready for everything later.

It was a hectic time during the middle of 2015. I was working, was going to school, fell in love, got my heart kicked the shit out of, and I got depressed because of it but there was another thing that happened that I wish I could've stopped other than the thing that I was in the middle of with Sofia and Ellen, it was being put under a light to be seen as something that I'm not.

We've all heard of the honeymoon phase in relationships. Whether you have experienced it or not, it's the period right when you first meet or fall for someone - everything is wonderful and roses and pink. It feels like nothing could break the two of you up, and nothing probably can at this point. People become attached in the honeymoon phase, it's just the way it is.