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If you take Alaska's genetic code and you add her life experiences and the relationships she had with people, and then you take the size and shape of her body, you do not get her. There is something else entirety. There is a part of her knowable parts. And that parts has to go somewhere, because it cannot be destroyed. Although no one will ever accuse me of being much of a science student, One thing I learned from science classes is that energy is never created and never destroyed. And if Alaska took her own life, that is the hope I wish I could have given her.

Forgetting her mother, failing her mother and her friends and herself -those are awful things, but she did not need to fold into herself and self-destruct. Those awful things are survivable because we are as indestructible as we believe ourselves to be. When adults say "Teenagers think they are invincible" with that sly, stupid smile on their faces, they don't know how right they are.

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We need never be hopeless, because we can never be irreparably broken. We think that we are invincible because we are. We cannot be born, and we cannot die. Like all energy, we can only change shapes and sizes manifestations. They forget that when they get old. They get scared of losing and failing.

But that part of us greater than the sum of our parts cannot begin and cannot end, and so it cannot fail. So I know she forgives me, just as I forgive her. Thomas Eidson's last words were: "It's very beautiful over there.

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My thanksgiving is perpetual. It is surprising how contented one can be with nothing definite - only a sense of existence.

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Well, anything for variety. I am ready to try this for the next ten thousand years, and exhaust it. How sweet to think of! My breath is sweet to me. O how I laugh when I think of my vague indefinite riches. No run on my bank can drain it, for my wealth is not possession but enjoyment. My dream is that someday you will both turn and let me catch you. That dream carries me through every night I have enclosed a hundred kisses in this letter. You must count them out carefully and not lose any. She had made her g's the same way he did : he searched through the letter for every one of them, and each felt like a friendly little wave glimpsed from behind a veil.

The letter was an incredible treasure, proof that Lily Potter had lived, really lived, that her warm hand had once moved across this parchment, tracing ink into these letters, these words, words about him, Harry, her son. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. I try to put the shit in the wastebasket. I do not know why I am writing you this letter, or what this letter is supposed to be about, but I am writing it nonetheless, because I love you very much and trust that you have some good purpose for having me write this letter.

I hope that one day you will have the experience of doing something you do not understand for someone you love. Be happy as you can be, let go of the things that don't matter, and fight. Love Always, The girl you loved once. I want them to be covered by an envelope that you have to rip open in order to get at. I want there to be a waiting time -a pause between the writing and the reading. I want us to be careful about what we say to each other.

I want the miles between us to be real and long. This will be our law -that we write our dailiness and our suffering very, very carefully. I thought a lot about what I should write to you.

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  • I thought of giving you blessings and wishes for things of great value to happen to you in future; I thought of appreciating you for being the way you are; I thought to give sweet and lovely compliments for everything about you; I thought to write something in praise of your poems and prose; and I thought of extending my gratitude for being one of the very few sincerest friends I have ever had. But that is what all friends do and they only qualify to remain as a part of the bunch of our loosely connected memories and that's not what I can choose to be, I cannot choose to be lost somewhere in your memories.

    So I thought of something through which I hope you will remember me for a very long time. I decided to share some part of my story, of what led me here, the part we both have had in common. A past, which changed us and our perception of the world. A past, which shaped our future into an unknown yet exciting opportunity to revisit the lost thoughts and to break free from the libido of our lost dreams.

    A past, which questioned our whole past. My dear, when the moment of my past struck me, in its highest demonised form, I felt dead, like a dead-man walking in flesh without a soul, who had no reason to live any more. I no longer saw any meaning of life but then I saw no reason to die as well. I travelled to far away lands, running away from friends, family and everyone else and I confined myself to my thoughts, to my feelings and to myself. Hours, days, weeks and months passed and I waited for a moment of magic to happen, a turn of destiny, but nothing happened, nothing ever happens.

    I waited and I counted each moment of it, thinking about every moment of my life, the good and the bad ones.

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    I then saw how powerful yet weak, bright yet dark, beautiful yet ugly, joyous yet grievous; is a one single moment. One moment makes the difference. Just a one moment. Such appears to be the extreme and undisputed power of a single moment. We live in a world of appearance, Abigail, where the reality lies beyond the appearances, and this is also only what appears to be such powerful when in actuality it is not. I realised that the power of the moment is not in the moment itself. The power, actually, is in us. Every single one of us has the power to make and shape our own moments.

    It is us who by feeling joyful, celebrate for a moment of success; and it is also us who by feeling saddened, cry and mourn over our losses. I, with all my heart and mind, now embrace this power which lies within us. I wish life offers you more time to make use of this power.

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    Remember, we are our own griefs, my dear, we are our own happinesses and we are our own remedies. Take care! Love, Francis. It's a shame, because if I could dream, I know I'd dream about you. I'd dream about the way you smell and how your dark hair feels like silk between my fingers. I'd dream about the smoothness of your skin and the fierceness of your lips when we kiss. Without dreams, I have to be content with my own imagination - which is almost as good.

    I can picture all of those things perfectly, as well as how it'll be when I take your life from this world. It's something I regret having to do, but you've made my choice inevitable. Your refusal to join me in eternal life and love leaves no other course of action, and I can't allow someone as dangerous as you to live. Besides, even if I forced your awakening, you now have so many enemies among the Strigoi that one of them would kill you.

    If you must die, it'll be by my hand. No one else's. Nonetheless, I wish you well today as you take your trails - not that you need any luck. If they actually making you take them, it's a waste of everyone's time. You're the best in that group, and by this evening you'll wear your promise mark. Of course, that means you'll be all that much more of a challenge when we meet again - which I'll definitely enjoy.

    And we will be meeting again. With graduation, you'll be turned out of the Academy, and once you're outside the wards, I'll find you. There is no place in this world you can hide from me. I'm watching. This year we say good-bye to 4 seniors one of which will compete in college and one long term term member who is hanging up her leotard. I received this e mail from Linda Nedelcoff, mother of one of our seniors.

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    Her daughter is an amazing young woman who defines what it means for a coach to be proud of a gymnast. This email told so much of why Maddie turned out to be such a great kid; because parenting with perspective is an oft unacknowledged gift. I asked if I could re-post her letter to gymnastics to give comfort and a little guidance to some parents of younger gymnasts who may, at any of a million instances, ask….

    My letter to Gymnastics I wish I could say we had a long love story of a relationship. I endured you, of course, because my daughter loved you. I mean really, that was a great routine. She has been working on it and finally landed it. I watched two other girls do that same skill and hers was clearly better, yet her score.. Speaking of the beam, there are so many numbers to choose from and somehow you decided 4 inches was the perfect width to make that apparatus?

    And the wear and tear on her body. Do you not see the calluses, the sore muscles, the twisted ankles, the sprained knees, the painful backs and shoulders? Do you take pride in creating this grueling experience? I had hoped you would be a friend that would care for her, not make her upset. Seeing other girls getting awards for their results, wishing she was on that podium as well. Not a lot of parents put down their phones, turn off the tv and just talk to their children. That could be part of the reason for such a chaotic relationship, if this article is actually how things are in your home.

    Adults can learn too, bot just young people. Kids are great teachers. If you take the time, you can have a pretty kickass relationship with your kids- nothing as this PHD lady describes. Thank you! I swear to you, all of this happened this week with me and my son! I was so awful and tired and wondered who this new boy was in my home. Thankfully I came to my senses, again. And apologized, again. And gave love notes again. Being the Mother of four beautiful children, and spending a special part of my life working with many other folks children, I can surely relate to the validity of this article.

    Thank you, my Kellie, my oldest daughter with whom I now live, along with two teenaged grand kids, for posting this article. Yes, for sure there are many times when the battle lines are drawn, and often tears are shed, but Love stands strong. As the years go by, I see value of those many confrontations, both for my kids, and their parents. Did we have all the answers as parents, gracious no! The results…beautiful families, filed with trust, love, and understanding, that not one of us is perfect…. And yet all of us are loved, and live day to day, thankful for the privilege of family and our God, that love us no matter what.

    Thank you, thank you, thank you! My daughter is 18 and will be in college next fall, so the moments together seem so precious. This letter truly renews me! I do have a question, also. There are only some arguments I feel are worth engaging in. My best friend forwarded this wonderful article that hit every point I am going through right now. I pray this phase passes quick because it sure is hard letting go.

    God Bless all those going through this… Breath I am trying. Please keep being the ultimate you.. They will find you and solace. Thank you so much for this. I sent this to my sister who was struggling with her teenage foster child who she loves dearly but all of the teen parent stuff is very new to both of them. Your words are perfect- thank you! I was honestly beginning to think he hated me; I was heartbroken and lost.

    And quite honestly, growing very angry and ready to give up. I continue to come back to it while parenting my 16 year old daughter. I struggle with believing the cause of our arguments and battles are related simply to her bring a teen or having to do with additional factors ie mental health issues, anger issues, drug experimentation, negative peer influences etc. Of course it is not always easy to do the latter as the conflicts and fights are so challenging at times. Painful all around. This letter helps ground me when times are difficult in our relationship.

    Of course, I wish the world would care to take things highlighted in the letter into perpestive when families with teens go through it. I do wish all teens and their families healing, happiness, love, and forgiveness. I miss her.

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    I miss the trusting, fun, easy going, and respectful relationship that we we were blessed with and strengthened over time. I do pray things become as they were when we were a mother daughter team and our core beliefs and family values were the priority. We all have a responsibility to hold onto the rope and pick it up when the other struggles to do so. Thank you for this. I am going to print it and keep it to refer back to.

    Our 15 year old put us through the ringer this spring, and it was so hard, and yet, I kept telling myself…he has to find his own way, in his own way, with the tools we give him. So, we just take it one day at a time, and do our best to keep him fed, well rested, and engaged. I can love him and I can pray for him, and I can give him a smile, and a hug, and my heart everyday.

    This is so beautifully written. It has moved me deeply. I shared the article with my daughter and my granddaughter. Thank you. This article is so true.