simply nish
the awesome randomness of real life
Thursday, October 18, 2012
Sunday, February 5, 2012
The Passing of Time


Marquis has always been such a wonderful part of our lives, he is my friend more than anyone else's (of the Hopper family that is) He holds such an awe inspiring place in my heart and has impacted both mine and the girls lives in such a great way. I remember not wanting to tell the girls and even for a day pondering not telling them at all because of the tears that I wanted to spare them. But after a lot of thought and prayer I buckled down and went for it. I explained to them that Marquis had gone to live with Jesus. Kirston said,"You mean, he died?" I said, "Yes." She asked me what happened and than said to me, "But why did he have to die, he was one of my favorite people" I said, "I know, he is one of my favorite people too."
Him not being here is extremely odd to me and had someone told me
that I wouldn't see, talk to or share any more of our special moments throughout
"09" I wouldn't have believed it. He truly is the least likely to go. So full of
life and always spreading it, yet the 3rd of Aug., 5 days shy of a month after
his 24th birthday he
went swimming in a pond and that was that. He is greatly missed and I'm sure
somewhere in the world someone will always miss and love him. I know I will.
30 huh?
So I'm sure that we as humans in general feel that way at times but I swear I feel so alone in this club. Can somebody else bring the dip next time? Or better yet, can somebody else pay our monthly dues? I'm kind of over it and just about broke.
You know, I could never seem to find an answer to the question she asked me that day, and shortly after i put away my pencil and pad for a few years. I've tried out so many things since then but nothing really stuck, in fact, everything else kind of sucked. My heart and passion is art and will always be art. Writing, drawing, sculpture, painting, crafts and most everything else that has to do with creative thought. The creative mind is so awesomely beautiful, how could i not love it.
One thing that I truly regret is that fact that I allowed my mother's opinion about what I wanted to pursue in life stop me from pursuing it. If she were here right now i would hope that I would say without hesitation. "I am art. Hear me Blog."
One thing that I truly regret is that fact that I allowed my mother's opinion about what I wanted to pursue in life stop me from pursuing it. If she were here right now i would hope that I would say without hesitation. "I am art. Hear me Blog."
Friday, February 3, 2012
these little hands
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and feet alike |
i've been a mother my entire adult life and i’d
be lying if i told you that it's been strawberries and butterfly cakes every day.
along with being a mom id been married since the age of 18, and that sucked
more times than not. trying to find my barons somewhere in that relationship
and find myself as well; beckoning to the
call of mommy and wife and pushing nishalay as far back as i had ever @any
point in life never proved to be a good thing. yes, we should be selfless
however, being human and ones self is equally important.
i remember when my girls were younger and motherhood didn’t seem so difficult.
sure i worried just like the next mom about everything that concerned them, even if they hadn't yet come to the understanding that it concerned them. and
of course there were definitely "those days". we all have those days, but it
seemed that as long as i kept those little hands and feet as safe as i could
then all was right in the land of nishalay. but now that life has moved forward, my
marriage has come and gone, and nishalay once again exists; those hands are still
important, but i am now equally so.
hump vs.antler
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