Words for the Journey

In these months of loss, I have found that grief is such a tiny word for what has happened and what is happening. There are no words to express the deep changes and profound hurt. We struggle on a daily basis to bring out that most of horrible feelings, but words fail us. Loss of a loved one has no comparison, yet we try to express it anyway. Searching for someone who understands.

Have I ever said, "I hate Thursdays?"...A year ago today, my son was diagnosed with a brain tumor.Today Thursday, May 15th 2014. 30 weeks ago, my son passed away;It was  Thursday Oct 17, 2013.  On this day, I remember Brain Tumor Awareness ,in the month of May. 

It's been over 4 months now that Tim decided to leave this world. The moment I saw him, I changed. I changed so drastically, I don't remember who I once was. I will never walk in that person's skin again. They no longer exist. Not that there isn't some basic personality left, only that preconceived Ideas, thoughts, what I believed, changed the night I found Tim dead.

   My son only got to stay here a short time.  He spent nine months inside of me, learning everything about me as I learned everything about him-just as I had my daughters.

 I miss you most on Mondays.  That was always our day.We stayed home, just the two of us,

 Memory is the mother of all wisdom.  Aeschylus                          January 22, 1979 – October 1, 2000 

I do an awful lot of thinking in my car. While it is thought provoking,it is kind of scary. I get to where I am going, sometimes not knowing how I got there ! 

almost 16 months ago my world came crashing down. You were one day gone the next. At first it was all I could do just to get the the day. I was alone two younge girls by my siide. No husband, no dad no helper no idea what todo. 

 

I went to an outing the other day; Tried to put a smile on my face.When I just tried to blend right inOthers worried for my pace.  The lectures of my healingor lack there of they thoughtI hadn't heard  from them for so long.But this is what they sought.  A friend ,a dear one, grabbed my arm

Someone is Missing…Every day since I lost my little girl Kimberly I wake up with the knowledge….someone is missingI go through my day and in the back of my mind I hear a whisper….someone is missingI sit down to dinner with my husband and son, and in the back of my mind I hear a whisper….someone is missing

GRANNY MOOREGod knew the life he'd planned for youAnd the struggles it would bringSo he gave to you a band of angels