I pulled up and parked under that same weepy tree that I always park under. A small red car was parked under the next tree down. I could see a female silhouette sitting in the driver’s seat. How long had she been here? Was she leaving? I wondered of her story as I put...
Life has been extremely hard without your physical body here next to me. My days seem to run together and I lose track of time. My mind is a fog a lot of the time, I'm not sure if it is all the multitasking I am doing or the grief that has set in....
Get her to be able to fly on her own, that was my job!
She started this journey in my arms crying with dimples as deep as the sea. At that moment it seemed like a lifetime that would never get here, when she'd be all grown up and I would open my arms and let her fly.
If you are starting to read this blog I have one question for you before you continue, Can you give your whole attention to what these words say? If you are in a hurry, going to skim over it, or not fully able to give your undivided attention to it; please stop now. C...
I have lived 16 months and 20 days without your physical body next to me. It has tried me, taught me, changed me, it has made me numb and made me feel. It has been the hardest 16 months and 20 days of my life.
It had been close to 2 years since I slept in ou...
The phone rang this evening,
"What are you doing?"
"I'm watching a movie."
"Can I interrupt your movie for a sec"
"Absolutely sister. What's going on."
Then Z began to tell me about her evening, it went like this:
This is what I know three days before the year anniversary of the days that turned my world upside down, tore it to pieces, and threw me in a spiraling motion. This is what I know of my journey, my grief, my love, my heartache and my struggles.