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They don’t know

Don’t tell me that you know how I feel, because you don’t have the slightest clue,  and you never had to watch your entire world die right in front of you.

FOREVER

Another year without you...

It’s always so depressing

     when I realize how long it’s been 

     since I’ve seen you; 

Holidays Can Be the Most Trying - New Tradition Ideas!

The holidays can be a very difficult time for those who are grieving. Many bereaved have difficulty understanding and managing their grieving process. This may be because the holidays are a reminder of the people who should be at the holiday table, but are not. Their absence remains, even as the years pass.

Helping Others By Sharing Stories

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How do I move forward

How do I move forward without guilt?

Taking into account all that we have built!

Alone, confused, conflicted!

That’s how I feel everyday, my brain is twisted!

My thoughts are in competition with my heart to see which can form the most knots.

Move forward?

How can I do that without you?

Scattered Truths, Eights Years Later

1. He doesn't want me at the grave. 
My senses arrest
whenever I go. 
I don't understand.

You Let Go

Sometimes because you love, you hold on.           And sometimes because you love, you let go.

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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