Do you believe in destiny? Or fate? Both? Or simply, none at all?
Personally, I think I believe in destiny and only destiny. Fate... I hate fate. Fate, to me, is when things happen for a reason in order to get you to where you need to be in life. Or at least, to
where life thinks you should be at that point in time. On the other hand, destiny is when life happens, things happen, people happen and all the while life moves you to where you need to be at a certain point in time. In destiny, things don't have to happen for a reason. They just do. Then you realize that you have met the person you need to meet, done the things you needed to do, and are where you need to be.
My destiny was my son. Enzo is my destiny. He didn't happen for a reason. He didn't die for a reason... to teach me anything, or because he was too beautiful. Those aren't reasons for a child to die! There are NO reasons for a child to die!!! So fate doesn't do anything for me... on the other hand, my destiny was one of motherhood and love. It didn't matter who I met, who I was with, what I had done in the past... all that mattered was that Enzo had chosen me to be his mother. And that's the way destiny had my life planned out. That's how our destinies crossed paths and have now become intertwined eternally. It was our destiny to meet one day. We met on July 28, 2011 at 11:18pm in Columbus, Ohio and it was wonderful
I think fate would have meant that Enzo passed to teach me something. Something that I will not understand until later, until I am slightly "healed". And I REFUSE to believe that. Everything about that last phrase is wrong. Oh, so wrong! I will NEVER understand why my son passed and I will never be healed, not even slightly healed from this grief. Fate would mean that this was supposed to happen to me. How was this supposed to happen to me? To anyone for that matter?! My fate had the death of a child written on it. And supposedly it had it written on there since the day I was born; because we come with our fate written out for us. No changing it.
Our destiny is not over, Enzo. We have just begun this love story... and we will meet again
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Feliz Cumple Abuelo!
No hay otro como vos. La bolsa de golosinas nunca faltaba. Los juegos de cartas siempre se jugaban :) Que bella infancia, que bello hombre. Te quiero gallego! Enzo debe ser un capo con las cartas ya! :) Espero que no haga trampa como nosotros te haciamos jajaja! Cuidamelo mucho abuelo, es lo mas hermoso que tengo en mi vida
Personally, I think I believe in destiny and only destiny. Fate... I hate fate. Fate, to me, is when things happen for a reason in order to get you to where you need to be in life. Or at least, to
where life thinks you should be at that point in time. On the other hand, destiny is when life happens, things happen, people happen and all the while life moves you to where you need to be at a certain point in time. In destiny, things don't have to happen for a reason. They just do. Then you realize that you have met the person you need to meet, done the things you needed to do, and are where you need to be.
My destiny was my son. Enzo is my destiny. He didn't happen for a reason. He didn't die for a reason... to teach me anything, or because he was too beautiful. Those aren't reasons for a child to die! There are NO reasons for a child to die!!! So fate doesn't do anything for me... on the other hand, my destiny was one of motherhood and love. It didn't matter who I met, who I was with, what I had done in the past... all that mattered was that Enzo had chosen me to be his mother. And that's the way destiny had my life planned out. That's how our destinies crossed paths and have now become intertwined eternally. It was our destiny to meet one day. We met on July 28, 2011 at 11:18pm in Columbus, Ohio and it was wonderful
I think fate would have meant that Enzo passed to teach me something. Something that I will not understand until later, until I am slightly "healed". And I REFUSE to believe that. Everything about that last phrase is wrong. Oh, so wrong! I will NEVER understand why my son passed and I will never be healed, not even slightly healed from this grief. Fate would mean that this was supposed to happen to me. How was this supposed to happen to me? To anyone for that matter?! My fate had the death of a child written on it. And supposedly it had it written on there since the day I was born; because we come with our fate written out for us. No changing it.
Our destiny is not over, Enzo. We have just begun this love story... and we will meet again
~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~
Feliz Cumple Abuelo!
No hay otro como vos. La bolsa de golosinas nunca faltaba. Los juegos de cartas siempre se jugaban :) Que bella infancia, que bello hombre. Te quiero gallego! Enzo debe ser un capo con las cartas ya! :) Espero que no haga trampa como nosotros te haciamos jajaja! Cuidamelo mucho abuelo, es lo mas hermoso que tengo en mi vida