This year has been a full one. There has been a lot of great moments and some not so great ones. There has been a lot of change. I fell crazy deep in love with a wonderful person. I finished my freshman year of college and moved into my sophomore year. I had a ton of new experiences like going to Gary for the first time, riding a Ferris Wheel, getting fired from a job, getting in a car accident, getting pulled over for the first time, running into a Sheriff because I was trespassing (he was very nice), getting my first tattoo, smoking for the first time, changing my major and my first car died in the parking lot of a gas station. I did a lot of exploring, driving, thinking and saw a lot of new places. I made my first road trip and I saw the Atlantic Ocean for the first time. I got over some really rough thoughts and decided that living was better than dying. I got better at taking photos and also decided that photography was not what I wanted to do for a living. I met new people, including Austrian royalty, and made some new friends. I switched jobs a few times and learned a lot about work and how it plays into life. My mom moved and we said goodbye to a house that had been home for nearly seven years. I read a lot and wrote a lot. I wrote some good stuff and some not so good stuff. I got some good grades and some bad ones. I got into arguments and got a lot better at saying sorry and making up. I learned a lot about myself and how I work. I learned how to express myself, how to deal with some of my issues, how to apologize, how to stand up for myself, and how to listen. Like I said it has been a year of change, growth and new experiences. I sit here and look forward to another year of new experiences, new places, and new people. I see a year of challenges, new memories to be made and new things to discover not only about the world but about myself. This challenge has been a good one. It has definitely been a challenge. I have loved it and hated it. Now it’s finished and I’m glad I did it and finished it. So here’s to a great year filled with great times and great challenges.
Today Ashley, Boston & I headed into Manteo, which sits on Roanoke Island. I’ve spoke of Boston before and her having Cystic Fibrosis (CF) and how I had watched her and experienced some of the trials her family faces. Since moving to NC I think its safe to say its been a good move forward for Boston. Today though, today I experienced a joy or rather funny side of this. CF produces a lot of phlegm and its super important that its coughed out. So Ashley and Josh have taught Boston to spit it up in a Kleenex or if outdoors, in the bushes. While walking down the sidewalks of Manteo, Boston gets to coughing pretty good, an older couple walks by with a look as if to say, “Why have that sick child in public”. Just as were passing by them Boston leans over in the bushes and spits an awesome amount of mucus. Ashley starts to congratulate her and asks for a high five….all the while I’m watching the horrified looks on peoples faces, as they’ve watched this petite beautiful girl bend over and spit in the shrubs with an overly excited mother.
She’s not sick. She’s a fighter. She’s not misbehaved, rather making her lungs healthier. She’s not a horrible parent, but a mom who has sat up many sleepless nights praying for a hour of peaceful sleep for her coughing baby girl.
Chris Lynch. An amazing mother. A strong woman. Beautiful. Courageous. Hopeful. Supportive. Giving. Loving. Role model. We will always have a bond, that not even death can take away.
Chris lost her son Jordan 8years ago to suicide. Standing by her side, watching her cry, the pain she endures, the moments she wants to break down, yet all the love and compassion she still has to offer. Jordan’s friends call her Momma Lynch. They bring their children over to meet someone who was always a positive influence as they grew up. Jordan’s father still, to this day, coaches the local track team where Jordan attended school.
Amazing people with more to offer, cheated of so many experiences, yet finding ways to still give back and be a part.
I love them as they are my own set of parents. Thank you. For everything you’ve done for not just me, but all whose lives you’ve touched. For raising two boys. For enduring so much pain, yet still loving and laughing. For allowing me to be a part of your life. Be a part of who you are. I love you Chris & Keith Lynch ❤
We all need it at one point or another, strength. Sometimes its harder than others to muster up. There are times when you don’t know where it came from but you find it and keep going. There are times when certain situations are easier to find strength than others. Regardless we have it, lose it, want it, fight it.
Strength is s big part of who I am. How I got here. Where I will end up.
Jellyfish are the oldest multi-organ animal having roamed the seas for over 500 million years. Tuna, shark, swordfish & sea turtle feed on jellyfish making them vulnerable. With no shell to protect them. No teeth. Nothing other than their stinging tentacles and strength. Strength to keep swimming and keep fighting.
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