Our lives tell our story. As each life is unique, so is each story, and the lessons learned are often very different. Usually, our lives are shaped by and woven within the lives of family and friends. Their stories become our stories as we interact and our relationships mature. Wonderfully enough, sometimes the very same story differs from person to person, depending upon each person's perspective. We learn so much from listening to other people's stories and having respect for their perspective, even if we do not always agree. Lessons learned through a mosaic of people, ideas, and experiences, shape us into the people we become. Our lives are like a huge kaleidoscope, ever changing, but full of intertwining words, deeds, and responses, rather than color. In time, we become bold enough to share stories with people whom we don't know as well and, if we are fortunate, those people share their stories with us. We then impact each others lives, hopefully for the better, as the cycle of learning and growing continues. Discussion and understanding allows an outlet for grief and gives us a reason to celebrate. Support from those who understand provides us a way to be proud of who we are and who we will become, no matter what our circumstances. And sometimes, during the sharing and acceptance, healing occurs.
These are our stories; mine, my father's, and my little sister's. Separate stories, often with different perspectives and experiences, and yet, one underlying theme that has shaped all three of our lives in a remarkable way.
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