People call me Lizzie Bee
People call me Lizzie Bee. Southern California is where i call home and I have a family that I wouldn't trade for anything. Taken By A Good Man. Life is too short to not enjoy the beauty, comedy, sadness, love and righteousness that it holds. So here I share the things that mean something to me, in hopes they will mean something to you as well. Like OrangeSUnshine Blog on FACEBOOK for streaming updates: facebook.com/OrangeSUnshineBlog
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Tracy Clow - Memorial
The following link is for the photos taken at the memorial and celebration of life held for Tracy Clow (May 6, 1961 - June 6, 2012) on Saturday June 16, 2012. I hope everyone enjoys them and please feel free to leave comments and stories
Tracy Clow Memorial Photos
Monday, June 11, 2012
Ecclisiastes - TLC
Everything Is Meaningless
1 The words of the Teacher,[a] son of David, king in Jerusalem:
2 “Meaningless! Meaningless!”
says the Teacher.
“Utterly meaningless!
Everything is meaningless.”
says the Teacher.
“Utterly meaningless!
Everything is meaningless.”
3 What do people gain from all their labors
at which they toil under the sun?
4 Generations come and generations go,
but the earth remains forever.
5 The sun rises and the sun sets,
and hurries back to where it rises.
6 The wind blows to the south
and turns to the north;
round and round it goes,
ever returning on its course.
7 All streams flow into the sea,
yet the sea is never full.
To the place the streams come from,
there they return again.
8 All things are wearisome,
more than one can say.
The eye never has enough of seeing,
nor the ear its fill of hearing.
9 What has been will be again,
what has been done will be done again;
there is nothing new under the sun.
10 Is there anything of which one can say,
“Look! This is something new”?
It was here already, long ago;
it was here before our time.
11 No one remembers the former generations,
and even those yet to come
will not be remembered
by those who follow them.
at which they toil under the sun?
4 Generations come and generations go,
but the earth remains forever.
5 The sun rises and the sun sets,
and hurries back to where it rises.
6 The wind blows to the south
and turns to the north;
round and round it goes,
ever returning on its course.
7 All streams flow into the sea,
yet the sea is never full.
To the place the streams come from,
there they return again.
8 All things are wearisome,
more than one can say.
The eye never has enough of seeing,
nor the ear its fill of hearing.
9 What has been will be again,
what has been done will be done again;
there is nothing new under the sun.
10 Is there anything of which one can say,
“Look! This is something new”?
It was here already, long ago;
it was here before our time.
11 No one remembers the former generations,
and even those yet to come
will not be remembered
by those who follow them.
Wisdom Is Meaningless
12 I, the Teacher, was king over Israel in Jerusalem.
13 I applied my mind to study and to explore by wisdom all that is done under the heavens.
What a heavy burden God has laid on mankind!
14 I have seen all the things that are done under the sun; all of them are meaningless,
a chasing after the wind.
15 What is crooked cannot be straightened;
what is lacking cannot be counted.
what is lacking cannot be counted.
16 I said to myself, “Look, I have increased in wisdom more than anyone who has ruled over Jerusalem before me;
I have experienced much of wisdom and knowledge.”
17 Then I applied myself to the understanding of wisdom, and also of madness and folly,
but I learned that this, too, is a chasing after the wind.
18 For with much wisdom comes much sorrow;
the more knowledge, the more grief.
the more knowledge, the more grief.
I suppose this only helps me to understand that life does go on. It doesn't take away the pain, it doesn't take away how much i will miss you, it doesn't take away all of the things you left behind. All it does is tell me that this fucking life is all an illusion. This apartment, this computer, the clouds outside... nothing is real.. .nothing really means anything.. not my job, not what i ate or didn't eat for breakfast. We are stuck in this permanent cycle of meaninglessness crap. You weren't meaningless though. That's what i have to remember. The only REAL is the relationships you have. The people that you care about and the relationships you form. That is real. Always tell the people you love that you love them. Always hug them too long and get in their personal space. Always crack jokes and push them to the edge. Always just be real, be your true soul because you can't take anything back and you can't bring anybody back. So say what you have to say, be exactly who you are... make yourself happy in every moment of your life because it doesn't go on forever. And sooner or later someone will be missing you when you're gone.... The least you can do is make a withstanding impression on them.
You definitely made an impression on me... just to enjoy life and be genuine. . . I just wish I could have known you longer and enjoyed more time with you and learned more things from you. I won't forget your kindness and fun loving soul though. I know you are watching over your family... I know you are watching over all of us. Thank you for everything. Thanks for just being too damn cool. I will miss you so much.
R.I.P. Tracy Clow
(May 6, 1961 - June 6, 2012)
R.I.P. Tracy Clow
(May 6, 1961 - June 6, 2012)
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