Words for the Journey

It is hard sometimes to climb up from sorrow. We search for any little nugget of light to help us take one more step, survive one more minute. When we can't find it, we fall a little further into the darkness, the distance longer to walk. How deep is this well of despair? Endless are the tears shed, the ache, the loss.

Cancer is such a funny word.  A word that brings so much fear, yet such a widely known disease.  It is a disease that does not care about your age, if you have small children, if you have yet to walk your daughter down the aisle or how much money you have in the bank.  I never realized this word would ever be a part of my vocabulary, much

I lost my husband (her dad) in jan26,2008. On oct 08,2014 I lost our only child. My only child. She was only 14. This is the impossible, a parents worst nightmare. I just want to wake up,and it be a bad dream. Losing my husband of 9 years was hard,but loosing my only child is killing me inside. I don't know how to work this site.

I will let you know that I'm not goneSending you signs from Heaven aboveBut you must always be watchfulAnd remember those things 'I loved'Maybe a tune on the radio

We learn, from an early age by words, actions and deeds, that when we love deeply we will know, with an instinct born of that love, when something is wrong or bad is about to happen. We believe this to be true and that if we love enough, love will conquer everything, nothing is impossible in love. Almost from birth, we have been saturated in the knowledge that love conquers all.

Grief... it hurts, it's raw and it's a journey filled with feelings that can be extreme.Often we don't want to feel these feelings. Often we resist them.I found the more I resisted my painful feelings the more they persisted.  When I allowed my feelings to come through and then expressed them through my writing the healing began. Jude xoxoxo

It is raining again – I am more comfortable in cold and rainy weather because it mirrors my soul.  Sunny, bright weather seems wrong as it emphasizes a world that continues on happily,  other lives and people in love untouched by my pain – happy sunny weather, happy people in my cold world where I don’t fit in anymore. The cold greyness suits me.

We each will carry, for the rest of our lives, the burdens of last words spoken, last actions taken, memories of a moment in time that was beyond our control. Our souls will bear the guilt of what we did or didn't do because we are human and humans tend to blame themselves whether they are to fault or not.

    My Name is Fara Gibson.  I have been a Psychic Medium since the day that I was born.  The focus of my Ability, is to give Healing to each and every person that I touch in life... You see, I called it an Ability, because The Gift lies in the Messages that I get to Give to People like you, who Grieve...

When I lost my 17 year old son Bryant in an automobile accident July 12, 2007 my world came to a complete stop or at least that’s what I wanted to happen.

 Filling our empty spaces with loveBy Monica Jones

My heart has been like a hot lava stone inside my chest these past weeks.  My eyes never stop overflowing with hot tears.  It hurts too much to speak, to communicate, to be with other people, to even breathe at times.