Words for the Journey

\1/4/2014 Dear Grandma, It has been one day since I heard the news about you.  I am very, very upset, to the point where I am crying.  But why did you have to do this to me Grandma?  Why did you have to die?  I really want to be able to see your face.  All I need to see is your face, and I will feel bett

This poem was written by Alaina C White, granddaughter, high school sophomore.  Grandma died December 18, 2013.   My Mom - Shawn R. White

I ask that you remember me,To say that I was there.To let them know how real I was,To show them that you care.They have a fear that you'll forgetAs every day goes by,They need to know I had a worth,And memories never die.

I lost my mom December 18, 2013.  I always thought I understood grief but to lose a parent is impossible to understand until it happens.  In life I am a very positive person but it now feels like a veil surrounds me that I cannot lift.   To be so close to tears and at a loss for energy is a battle that is hard to win.

Dear grieving mother, Welcome to the sisterhood of the wailing tent.  Although with profound condolences, I know this greeting will soon be forgotten, for your heart and soul have sustained a terrible blow.

It will be a year the 31st of this month that I lost the love of my life.  It has been a year of turmoil, grief, pain, changes and growth.  Ray's birthday in July followed by our anniversary 4 days later was my first "special" days without him.  I won't lie, it hurt like hell and I cried.

There are people who go through life going through the motions and truly believing that they have control over their lives and the lives of their loved ones. We used to be those people, until one day we got a phone call letting us know our 25-year old son Ricky was involved in a car accident and he had not survived. Needless to say, that day changed our lives and our outlook on life forever.

  Feeling Disconnected

                    We miss you and love you mom or grandma!                     If I could I will bring you down from heaven!                     We are going to see you in heaven one day!!!! 

I remember New Year’s Eve, December 31, 1994. Nina loved any opportunity for a celebration. She invited a couple of her high school friends over, planned games, tried some new recipes, and bought her customary bottle of sparkling apple cider to drink out of plastic champagne glasses. Nina rivaled Martha Stewart when it came to her enthusiasm for entertaining!

I’ve never been a huge fan of the New Year’s Eve celebrations.

It’s the happiest time of the year, right?