It's Not a Joke This Time
Hi.
I really don't know why I woke wanting to post a bit of my life here. Facebook is Fake book and I am tired of writing poetry.
So here goes. I really don't expect a response.
The Journey
People will come into our Life at different stages and it can appear as a small glimmer of hope or happiness , while others just step in because they feel you are weak or broken.
Now That She's Back
This is a poem of loss and heartbreak.
Survivors
Of course, death is an experience that is common to all mankind, an experience that touches all members of the human family. I already knew that when someone close to you dies, it really hurts, and that each person reacts differently.
What Do I Do?
How do I get rid of
This continual pain?
The grief that sears through me,
The constant rain?
I should feel happiness
Joy and awe.
But I don't feel anything
Like that at all.
My smile doesn't reach
To the rest of my face
The hopes for tomorrow
Have now been erased.
What do I do?
How do I live
Clinging to Faith
Reaching and clinging to Faith, as the anniversary date approaches. What can be said? It still feels the same and if possible it gets harder. Leaving the pain to rise with in me. How does one go forward when the heart feels like it's ripping inside. Time should allow the hurt to be felt less, but how do you ger past a day that almost makes you feel as your choking.
MY SISTER DIED AND I WAITED SIXTEEN YEARS TO DEAL WITH IT
I never expected to make a documentary film about my family. I didn’t think of myself as someone who had a story to tell. My sister had died when I was ten years old and by that time her illness seemed pretty normal to me. Aimee was diagnosed with leukemia when I was two years old, so I grew up always knowing my older sister was sick. One of my earliest memories is
Can a Bereaved Dad Smile on Father's Day ?
Can a Bereaved Dad Smile on Father’s Day?
Father’s Day – Wishing You a Peaceful Day
Well, here we are, another Fathers’s Day. A day that grieving dads dread. A day that makes us think about being a dad to a child (in my case two children) that has died. Everyday is a day that makes us think about the “what could/should have been’s”, but Father’s Day is one of those hand full of days that makes us reflect a little longer and a little deeper.
