Words for the Journey

Grief takes away your ability to breath. It takes away your talent, your normal, it takes away you. You have become an emotional freight train on a one way track to no where. There's suddenly no future ahead, only memories behind and darkness all around. It is void of people, reason, hope.

The struggle ends when gratitude begins. Neale Donald Walsch

The time is fast approachingYou'll be putting up the treeFind a special baublePlace it in loving memory of meEach time you see the baubleRecall our love so true

The Grief Toolbox offers tools for finding hope along this journey. Tools are what we all need as we navigate the road on our Journey Through Grief. When grief is in your face it can take you completely by surprise and take you on the wildest ride of your life.

   

                                             YES

This morning, I went to the closet to get dressed. And I looked to my left, where there are so many clothes hanging that I cannot wear. You see, when Bryan died, I was a size 4-6 and now, well, I am NOT. And I thought to myself, I don’t know why you don’t get rid of all that. You know you will never wear any of that.

How do I get through this thing called death of my child?   I was you July 30, 2013.   I know what you are feeling, and I am so sorry for your loss.  There are so many things that go through your mind when your child dies.  Mainly, disbelief at first.

30 Thursdays have dawned since your untimely departure from this world. Since your love and presence was ripped from this physical world.  A world where I had come to depend and thrive on the daily doses of hugs, kisses, smiles and sharing beautiful love.

We are not too far along this path when we start to realize our definition of the world is different from others. Words and actions have changed their meaning. There should be a dictionary for the grief stricken that is separate from the one made for the non-grieving. We have changed so much that the dictionary definition of our world no longer applies.

Blurb from the book "Wake-Up Call" 

Most everyone that comes in our home is unaware of all the things I keep. In our back room that is now consumed with toys there is a large blue storage container. It is an unspoken understanding between my husband and I that this container stays there and is never to be tossed out. In the garage, on a shelf near our washer and dryer is a red, black and white striped prayer monkey sock.