We count the days, weeks, months and years. We don't mean to, but it has become a part of our DNA. Eleven months, just another day to most but we who grieve. We look back not because we want to but because our hearts are drawn in that direction. We see the day before, the day after, the day itself. Heart-ache is not a beat away for it has never left.
By Lou LaGrand Submitted On December 04, 2014
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By Elizabeth G Bridges Submitted On November 25, 2014
One of the many things I find within myself is the need for validation. The need to have my son's life mean something, the life I had with him to have purpose. There are days, when the anger rules, that I pace and ask myself what was the purpose of giving him life when he would be gone again so soon? Why love so completely and have it ripped from me?
3rd dec 2014
In loving memory of my lovely sister
Angela, who died 3 years ago today
Todays your annniversary my lovely sis
Your presence in my life i truely miss
I miss you Angie so very much
Your lovely smile, your gentle touch
This has been one hell of a year. I remember watching a movie called The Dollmaker when my children were little. I remember the part when the little boy got run over by a train and the mother played by Mare Winningham, just cried and screamed her heart out.
Wrote this this morning for Krystle, my daughter who passed July 30, 2013. I was thinking..If I had known this time last year that this was her last day on earth, what would I do..what would I say...what would you do if you knew it was the last time you would see your loved one? Love to all, xo Katie
If I had known that I was leaving
