I am dedicating this to Sara Foulk. The following are her words.
"Aaron (Pooh) passed away June 30, 2017.
He leaves behind myself (his wife), his son, his parents, two brothers, other family members, and friends.
I do not like my husband to be remembered for how he passed but rather for the man he was.
Here is a little recap of what a great man he was and his passions: Pooh worked at Kemper Construction as an Operator for Union Local 649, worked hard and lived for the family farm, was an avid outdoorman enjoying hunting, fishing, mushrooming, cooking/grilling/smoking meat, archery, reloading and much more.
Pooh was always willing to help anyone in need without anything in return. He left a lot of inprints on peoples hearts and is dearly missed. He now rests in peace."
I have decided to join Sara in her cause.
This is an issue near to my heart.
I have suffered from depression and anxiety for over 16 years.
I've seen friends and family struggle with it in all its different forms. It can be the hardest thing imaginable, to reach out when you yourself are the one needing help. We need to raise awareness so people are aware of the signs that often go missed.
A kind word, helping someone pick up dropped items, the smallest action towards someone may not seem important to you at the time, but it can be the thing that saves someones life.
You don't know anyone else's life, their story. Please use compation in everything you do.
If you are in a hard place, please reach out. Even if we do not talk, I am here, I will listen, I will support you.
It was in the march of the winter I turned seventeen
That I bought those pills
I thought I would need
And I wrote a letter to my family
Said it's not your fault
And you've been good to me
Just lately I've been feeling
Like I don't belong
Like the ground's not mine to walk upon
And I've heard that music
Echo through the house
Where my grandmother drank
And I sat watching a flower
As it was withering
I was embarrassed by its honesty
So I'd prefer to be remembered as a smiling face
Not this fucking wreck
That's taken its place
So please forgive what I have done
No you can't stay mad at the setting sun
'Cause we all get tired, I mean eventually
There is nothing left to do but sleep
But spring came bearing sunlight
Those persuasive rays
So I gave myself a few more days
My salvation it came, quite suddenly
When Justin spoke very plainly
He said "Of course it's your decision,
But just so you know,
If you decide to leave,
Soon I will follow"
I wrote this for a baby
Who has yet to be born
My brother's first child
I hope that womb's not too warm
'Cause it's cold out here
And it'll be quite a shock
To breathe this air
To discover loss
So I'd like to make some changes
Before you arive
So when your new eyes meet mine
They won't see no lies
I will be pure
No, no, I know i will be pure
Like snow, like gold
Like snow, like gold
Like snow, like snow
Like gold, like gold, like gold
Bright Eyes - No Lies Just Love
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