Mitch, I hope you are doing well that you're continuing to grow as you work on bettering yourself for you. That you are finding joy daily and having a blast with your brothers. I cannot go through life knowing that I didn't give this my all. I don't half ass anything and hope that was evident from this summer. You told me on multiple occasions how you admired nay loved how honest and blunt I am. Well, I hope you can still admire that quality even now that we are no longer together. You were right something on that California trip was off and I still can't pinpoint the exact moment when or where it happened. Speaking personally the nervousness to meet your family was overwhelming and I froze up on multiple occasions. My own insecurities kept …show more content…
I witnessed this bleed out of you every day since reuniting with you at So What. The music within you transcends, it speaks to darkness and shatters it with light. I saw it when you chose courage to face your fears head on and continue to speak with your psychologist. In the integrity you exhibit within your craft, I saw it as you would slow dance during the marriage of the notes at each set you played, In the way you are there for your band of brothers, how sensitive you were of your mom's feelings, or how you acknowledged the qualities in me that I thought were often overlooked or I was not even aware of. It's visible in the way you seek out knowledge and truth in this conflicting world that is inspiring. Mitch don't ever stop seeking and don't ever aim for perfection while there is so much beauty to behold in the imperfect. In the imperfect there is life, forgiveness, grace and love. While the perfect lacks all. You are an amazing while sometimes confusing soul that is completely worthwhile and I believe you have yet to scratch the surface as to where this life can take you. Mitchell Stark have been set apart for something unique that has the potential to shake this …show more content…
If given the chance to do it over I would still flirt with you over that damn green beanie; buy you a hundred hot chocolates so I could have a reason to walk over to your table, I would still Facebook message you my number; share my thoughts and hopes with you; relive every walk we took on Warped even Wantagh. I would get secondhand smoke from all your accursed camel blues, experience every moment we spent intertwined on or beneath that sunflower blanket, and I would relive that crushing last kiss at lax where I knew deep down you were slipping away. I would still choose you. What hurts are the moments that may never happen, the words that may never be spoken, the love that may never be shared and the fact that you may never choose me. That last evening on Alex's couch, I told you я тебя люблю, through the chaos and confusion of those last couple of days I still felt and meant it. Even now Mitch, I love you and I wish you the very best in life. I leave this in your hands and what you do with it is up to you. If ever or whenever you want to talk, fight it out or tell me off I will listen. ~Jenn~ (512)569-6025
On behalf of my entire family, I want to thank all of you for your compassion and for being present here today. For those of you who don't know me, my name is Mauri-Lynne, and I'm Lionel's daughter. Dad was devoted to every one of you. We all hope that you'll share your memories of him with us, if not today then in the weeks and months to come.
For twelve years I’ve tried to hide my pain and fear from you. I’ve been trying to ignore the horror stories, unknowingly blinding myself from the stories of hope. I’m not as bitter as this story may lead you to think. In fact, I am an adamant believer in the statement (overheard three years ago in the Coffee House): “God has never taken anything away from me that he hasn’t replaced with something better.”
No one can ever hurt me again unless I let myself down. So, in retrospect… The only one that can really ever hurt me again is myself.
Always laughing and having a good time. By now at fifty Allie was still a handful, always talking and not paying attention. I will never forget the time when she ding dong ditched a house for her 50th birthday. Golly! Even at fifty that girl could move! I swear how fast she was moving you’d think that she was flying. People were amazed! I admired that about her. She was never failing to do the impossible. My Best Friend, My partner in crime, the Who to “ Who did it?”. She had made such a great impact on my life. I will forever cherish the memories that we had together. I can’t wait to see you in heaven. But for now I will blow a kiss, and think of the beloved memories we had as
Every day that I wake up and every night before I fall asleep, I thank God that we met, because without you I would be nothing. Through the hard times you have held my hand, through the rough times you have held me close to you, and through the ups and downs you have stayed by my side. What else could I ask for? When I am sick you tuck me in. You have brought back the person that everyone loved and have helped me learn to be the person I always wanted and knew I could be.
Today we celebrate the life of my dear friend, Jerome. Jerome, you were my teacher, my mentor and my dear friend. You provided me your counsel and wisdom. You shared your joyous smile and laugh. You shared your zest for life and the passion for all those things that were important to you.
I love you and only you and want you and only you. I could never have imagined or wished for such a blessing. When it comes to you and me being together and how lucky we are to be in love, I smile and my heart skips a beat.
Kari, I want to note how beautiful you look today, and to tell you that this has truly been a special day for me. Thank you for giving true meaning to the word sister and for sharing the last 28 years with me. My parents and I have just loved this girl from the day she was born. We?ve coddled her, enjoyed her, and laughed with her. I know how much joy she has brought into our lives, and I know that she?ll bring that joy into Ernest?s life...
Music is one of the most fantastical forms of entertainment. Its history stretches all the way from the primitive polyrhythmic drums in Africa to our modern day pop music we listen to on our phones. It has the ability to amaze us, to capture our attention and leave us in awe. It soothes the hearts of billions, and it is so deeply rooted in my life that it has touched my heart as well. Everyday I walk to the beat of the song stuck in my head and hum along to the melody. For me, to listen to music be lifted into the air by the hands of your imagination and float around for a while. You forget about your worries, your troubles and find peace within the sound. Every chapter in my life is attached with a song. Every time I listen to a certain song, thoughts of my past come flooding back
Whoever you’ve lost, whatever heartbreak you are going through, just know that you are not
In cadet band, I learned that music was not just notes written on the page or going through the motion of playing the notes. It was a story that the author could not find the words to say out loud. After that day I stopped playing my instrument the way I was. I started to see my instrument as my voice. My voice that wanted to scream to the world to stop treating me the way the world was. I used my instrument to create a story that could not find the right words. I used my instrument as way to start breaking my “shell” and start living my life the way I wanted and not what other people told me how to live my life. Today I used what I learned that day in cadet band in my life still even though I do not play my instrument anymore. I used the music
I’ve been a good wife; attentive, loving, dedicated. Even after the accident, I stayed with you because I thought I loved you. I did at first, but now loving you seems a very silly notion. I will be ending my live at ten-thirty. If you care to say goodbye, come to me at the Manhattan Bridge.
I will like to remind you and the beautiful relationship we had as the most wonderful dream that happens once every thousand night, that particular dream that everyone wishes to have everyday in order to maintain the spark and hope. I would remind us for a lifetime as something that happened and not forgotten.
...day that music is powerful medicine. It has a great affect on tearing down the walls of silence and affliction of Alzheimer’s, depression, injuries, healing. And did you know that kids, who study the arts, do an average of forty points higher in math and science? Music education is superior to even computer instruction in enhancing early childhood mental capacity and special intelligence. Music therapists prove every single day that music is powerful medicine. (Richards Institute of Education and Research) Music is Magic.
Music, a form of art, made up of unique and special sounds containing elements of pitch and rhythm can powerfully soothe one’s soul. Firstly, there are different types of music, and each has its own features. These sounds and features are what I admire in music because to me it creates a new form of communication to one’s consciousness. It stimulates our mind and gives it a sense of harmony and peace through the hardships that life poses for us. As a kid, I would always listen to music from any genre, deciding which genre would complement me the most as I grew older. In middle school, I remember going on the computer and finding a website/program where I could make my own beats. From that day on, I spent countless of hours each day making sure the tune sounded proper and pleasurable for my ears. At first, it wasn’t good, but eventua...