Words for the Journey

Why do we want to follow our loved one? We have those still here who love us, who we love, yet our deepest desire, beyond having them back, is to follow them. Each day is a battle to live and a question to ourselves as to why we still do. It is not our love for others that hold us here though eventually, that may become the reason. At first, I felt no love, no caring for anything.

The sun, it did shinethe day you came into my lifeand everything that was wrongbecame all righteverything that was upside downturned aroundAnd I smiled because finallymy heart had found its home

The loss of a loved one can be a devastating experience and we suddenly find ourselves navigating a new path in life.It is a path that we cannot plan and there is no fixed address.Grief takes you in so many different directions that can surprise you in any given moment.

Like every other morning I wake up today and for a brief moment in the newness of the day, all seems well.  Then the realization hits again as the fog of my mind clears: the silence, the empty space in bed next to me - I did not wake up next to you and feel the heaviness of an arm draped over me, or our legs intertwined.

My daddy died last year 19 of january......few weeks after I had the most beautiful dream in my whole life ...

It is within these four walls that I let it all out No shame No judgementFor a man with his life ahead of him.. Yet so quickly torn away by a faultering mind. Time spent Memories lost Please never forget: we two are one

The third trip around the sun without Shannon is just about complete.  I have been warned that Septembers will always be difficult.  It is something for which I really don’t require reminding or a warning.  This year, I am determined to do what I can to fight it as much as possible.  I am just as determined, once it is inevitable, to accept defeat to grief as graciously as p

September 12, 2014Misty, my dear sister, my best friend,

Looking back to how life was before Tim lost his fight, I see that, in it's own way, it was good. I had both my kids who had kids of their own. Times could be hard, but we always made it through. I look back and see now, what I didn't see then. We all have blinders on to the absolute suffering of others.

 I was driving home in my truck with my very young (at the time) son and we were having quality "Cab time". Not sure what that is?

What can someone do to make a difference as you begin to heal through grief? You probably have plenty of food, volumes of cards and a house full of flowers, but what kind of gift would genuinely touch your heart?

Grief does not take a holiday to allow you time to breath. It does not wait for you to wake in the mornings or watch a calendar for a certain amount of time to lapse so it can go to the next person. It does not ask permission to take up residence in your heart for the rest of your life. Grief strips you down past the bare bones of who you thought you were.