Words for the Journey

Life's pain can bring a flood of tears, the heart can feel as if it's been torn to pieces. Our minds can feel like it feels like mush. But the Love and lost look we have can seem as if going on seems impossible. The feelings that ground our hearts down can easily find separating from everyone is the answer, but remember someone needs you.

“Through their eyes!”The 3 i’s; The ignorant, the insensitive and the idiotWhat to say to a grieving person

Shattered out into many pieces of glass. Is what the moment is vivid and deep within our hearts. Even though we cling to Faith and our Belief, we still feel , ache and are shattered. Just as a glass shatters into a million pieces, there is no way to piece it back together. The heart still has that scar ' s and  the pain there is just, no way to fill the missing pieces.

Last month I hiked up the North Fork of Big Pine Creek to a camp at 5th Lake. The camp was located in the Eastern Sierra out of Big Pine, California. I was camping with with my late husband’s extended family (brothers and sisters-in-law, one niece and nephew) and my husband of six months, Larry. The trip marked my extended family’s 25th annual pack trip to the Eastern side of the Sierra.

Hello All,

The vast emotions, as they smother our entire life, slowly start to sort themselves out as time, that dreaded word, passes. We recognized the disbelief, it will remain, maybe forever, maybe not. I find that it rears it’s ugly head when I have turned my mind elsewhere. As it comes back around to Tim, disbelief will smack me in the face though it only last for moments.

Wow, wow, wow what an emotional roller coaster this month has been, and it's not over yet. To say that May 2014 is one of the most difficult months of my life is an understatement.  Prayers please for May 30th, as we attend the sentencing for Tate, the driver of the accident. Most of you are aware of where my family and myself stand.

           My 10-year-old son died over 4.5 years ago. My wife and daughter and I have done a very good job of moving forward, holding his memory close, and building a legacy of helping others in his name.  We are lucky that our love is strong enough for us to be able to do that.

The Stillness that I,  as well as many feel can be so cold, but just as I sit here quietly and still I feel a touch to remind me of yo

Chapter 1: Who Am I? As I lay here, on this dreary, damp day, I stop and wonder, how I got here, and how far I’ve come. You see, I wasn’t always this worried about my existence. There was a time in this life-cycle, where I could stop and smell those metaphorically induced ‘roses’, and not want to wring someone’s neck. Only now, at the age of 22, am I so full of sorrow.

Sometimes, when the grief gets particularly bad, it seems like the only way out is through magic. 

Seconds, Minutes, Hours, Days, Months and now 2 years just seem unreal. The thoughts, feelings and questions are still there. Once I recall a month after we lost you. I was told ok yyou've grieved enough. Where and How does one even measure the feelings and sense of being loss are measured.