Words for the Journey

Mom,

Kids dream. For them, anything is possible.Then we grow up.We take some hits. Life doesn’t go the way we planned. We lose – relationships, jobs, opportunities, and people.The dreams morph over time. Then, well, they mostly disappear. And our broken hearts settle for what is. When people die, some dreams do too

Grief is a journey with destination unknown.   When my personal grief journey began it became clear there was no easy way to navigate my way though the shock and devastation of the sudden death which presented out of the blue.  

So Go on now to HeavenFor your work on Earth is through

Tim has been gone two years now. I wish I could say that it gets easier, but I can't. Loss of a child has no words to express how we really are. I thought that losing him was the hardest thing I would ever do.

Yesterday I did something that was a little bit brave. Actually it wasn't a little bit brave it was huge big freaking deal brave.  I met with a guy who is here in Thailand who has traveled here from the states planning to confront his father who killed his mother when he was just 7 years old.  His father did jail time and was then sent back to Thailand. 

                                       If I'd Only Known......

As the stars shine down upon meIn the darkness of the night

Buck up and get over it.Yep, we’ve all heard some version of that. If we’re in the middle of a pity party, that might be good advice. If we’re hurting and in the midst of healing, however, it’s not very helpful.

 this is my family.from left to right, it goes:me, dad, mom, sister, sister, brother.this photo was taken last christmas.since then, i've join the dead parents club.

11 years ago on Jan, 10, 2005 we buried My Father. He left behind my sister, my brother and Myself along with 13 grandchildren, 3 nephews and His only sister. He left all of us to bare the pain he couldn't.