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Why is it when someone you love dies that you replay years worth of memories in your head in a few hours remembering every word, every look, every emotion you felt and witnessed and yet you crave new memories that are no longer possible. You ring their phone just to hear their voicemail kick in and you crave to still speak to them -the phone rings and you think it may be them but it is not...Comments
The sun, it did shine
the day you came into my life
and everything that was wrong
became all right
everything that was upside down
And I smiled because finally
my heart had found its home
and I didn’t need anyone to tell me...
August is such an emotional month for me...I go from being happy to sad to depressed in such rapid succession that it scares some people. See, 3 years ago, I was pregnant with my youngest son. He wasn't due until September and I was living in North Carolina at the time. My family was in Virginia. I received word from my mother that my father's cancer had come back and it had progressed rapidly...Comments
Last October my husband’s aorta split like a garden hose. If something wasn’t done he would bleed to death. He had three emergency operations and the third left him with paralyzed legs. Thanks to physical therapy, he can stand for a minute and a half, and his right leg works. But his legs can’t support him and my husband will never walk again.
His life is different, my life is different...Comments
Messed Up Inside
I was recently having a conversation with a guy that was buying an old ’66 Chevy truck from me and he had asked me if I had any children. There was a time I hated when people asked me that question because I wasn’t sure how to answer it. However, now I just answer it head on, “I...Comments
“This hurts,” Sandy whispered, her face hidden in her hands.
Sandy had just lost her mother. She knew it was coming. She’d known for months. She was well prepared.
“I’m going to a national conference for children that have died.” This statement does not bring to mind happy people, drinking at the bars, gathering around pianos singing songs, and lonely businessmen chasing pretty young...Comments