I have been on an eighteen-year creative journey that has allowed me to become a well published inspirational Writer, but it certainly didn't happen overnight.
In fact, when I first started showing my writing to family and friends, and they thought it was good. I remember just how gratifying it was, but needed to know what others thought. So, I began submitting it for publication and it sure didn't take me long to find out, as hundreds of rejection letters would attest.
However, I continued undaunted, honing my craft, believing that inspirational writing was becoming more popular than ever, and sending out three more submissions for every rejection letter received, having always felt that; "A good verse or sentiment is born from true emotion and are like songs for those of us who cannot sing."
This is the story behind my parable "Remember When" and is about love, life, loss and faith.
I believe most of us have a favorite aunt, she's usually the one you just seem to have a little more in common with, whether it's because of some similar interests, a shared sense of humor or simply because of the fond memories you have of her as you were growing up.
I had such an aunt, and although it has been over ten years since her passing, I can still recall the sound of her voice like it was yesterday, as well as the way I felt the day of her funeral when one of her favorite songs "Remember When" by country music artist Allan Jackson was being played.
She loved her husband, her four children, her grandchildren, Christmas, Disney, music and life. So, in honor of her memory, I would like to share the following parable I wrote for her family and my uncle prior to spending his first Christmas without her in more than fifty years.
I truly hope its story of love, life, loss and faith inspires you to take a moment to either recommend, share or tweet this article, especially on behalf of anyone who may be grieving the loss of their spouse.
We first met and the feelings we would get.
The day that we were wed.
And all the days that lay ahead.
All we had were our dreams of what may come
The way they kept us young
And although we did not realize every one.
How we felt, achieving some.
We used to fight, especially the times that I was right.
And when Christmas makes you sad.
Be thankful for all the ones we had.
It is said and done, with all the laughter.
And the tears, there was never anyone.
I loved more throughout the years.
Remember when we meet again.
It will be, as it was then.
About the Author:
Richard Lawrence Belford is an Inspirational Writer who illustrates his writings with photography, a married father of two daughters and the eldest of three sons who grew up in Ottawa, Ontario, Canada.
He has been on an eighteen-year creative journey that has allowed him to become well-published and has been fueled by his genuine desire to provide comfort, faith and hope to those in grief.
Richard invites you to follow him on Twitter @RichardLBelford, check out his Facebook page at: http://www.facebook.com/RichardLawrenceBelford
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