Let me make it very clear upfront that I am a Bible believing, God-fearing and God serving woman. It can be no other way and I will never waiver from my faith, but some people do so much damage by offering "simple" platitudes that can inflict guilt, pain and feelings of failure to many going through terrible grief and suffering.
We feel as though we have walked ten thousand miles, alone and lonely, on a journey we never wanted to start. We have never felt so isolated; the world we once knew passed away with the one we love. Hurt, sorrow, grief are the only companions we have and we don't want nor trust them. Our only wish, only need is to have them back, now, this minute.
We can not turn back time to yesterday
So, please don’t cry your tears for me
Heaven is peaceful and I’m perfect now
When you get here someday you’ll see
Though you can’t feel my loving touch
My spirit’s wrapped around your Soul
I am not missing out from Heaven
I am the Half that makes you whole
When your eyes cry, I dry your tears
In 2013 my husband’s aorta split like a garden hose. I drove him to the hospital and arrived “just in time,” according to an emergency room nurse. My husband was bleeding to death and surgeons operated on him twice in an attempt to staunch the blood. No luck.
A birth-date is a reminder to celebrate the life as well as to update the life" Amit Kalantri
Your Deceased Child's Birthday
It is difficult to express what this emptiness is. You look out on your future and all you see is a barren land. There is nothing. The landscape has been wiped clean as though a bomb had exploded and cleared all the colors, the animals, life. Your mind begins to shy away from looking to the future, after all, you know that futures are not real now. It can end at any moment.
A New Year is here. To me, a new year means a new beginning and a fresh start. Most years, I make the usual new year's resolution of losing weight to fit into my favorite jeans. And some years, I just have to start life ALL over!
“THE WING DOCTOR”
Once there was a Pop that was loved by everyone. His granddaughter, Samantha loved him enormously! He called her, Sammie.
Sammie’s Pop was very sick, and she came to visit to help her Nana take care of him. She loved to make her Pop giggle.
