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Not All Was Lost

 Often in our society when someone dies many people offer support with words of comfort. The most common phrase I can think of is, I’m so sorry for your loss. Having to live without the physical presence of our loved one is an enormous loss, in fact, we dwell on this loss every day. But have you ever stopped to consider the things that you didn’t lose after their death?

My Sister’s Birthday

Birthdays are supposed to be fun,

but since you’ve passed away,

Birthdays are nothing but sadness.

You’re not here anymore; 

Ashes Release Prayer Poem

As the wind picks up your ashes

And they fly throughout the air

Helping Others By Sharing Stories

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Burn The Cloak Of Shame

Recently a friend invited me over to share a glass of wine and catch up on life.   We had returned to her home after enjoying lunch at a local cafe feasting on southern style meat and 3 and our sweet tea all while sitting outside breathing in the sweet Tennessee air.  I am not sure we stopped talking from the moment we saw one another.  It was one of the most

Let Love Shine

When We Meet Again and Again

When We Meet Again and Again

#2… This is my second article on life, death, grief, and signs in a series whose quantity of writings is not quite clear at the moment.  I use the numbering sequence so I may keep track of the progression on the items I wish to share on these topics.

Time Changes Nothing

166 days since I last spoke or saw you.

Death changes everything.

Time changes nothing.

I miss the sound of your voice.

I miss our conversations and your advice.

Small decisions are now hard.

I miss your presence, your touch.

I miss making new memories and sharing old ones.

A New Day

Spring awakens with the dawn of a new day. A new day that I get up and try to feel for my existence. It doesn't come. I'm here but I am not. Twenty eight months. I've come a long way but yet not so far. My needs are small in comparison but simplistically impossible. I want to see your beautiful face. Your twinkling eyes. Your quirky smile.

The Season Has Ended (The Dream)

The season has ended. Blossoms of purples and whites fill my sight. I pass through the fields of heather and look beyond the sea. A peacefulness settles in the misty dew surrounding my body and filling my senses. I am with someone. A beautiful feeling of pure and abundant love emanates sparkles of light that reach deep within my soul. It is my son. He reaches for my hand and helps me up.

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