Kimberly has been gone for seven years. This year seems to be more difficult than the last few. I didn’t know how to put into words why or how it was so much more difficult. I kept thinking the reason it was so hard was that it seemed as if my family has forgotten Kimberly. I now realize that was only a small part of the problem.
Someone is Missing…
Every day since I lost my little girl Kimberly I wake up with the knowledge….someone is missing
I go through my day and in the back of my mind I hear a whisper….someone is missing
I sit down to dinner with my husband and son, and in the back of my mind I hear a whisper….someone is missing
The Journey
This grief journey is long.
It is hard.
And it is not even close to being over.
It is like climbing a sand dune.
You make one step, yet fall back halfway,
the end seems further away than when you started.
You never forget you’re grieving,
but those around you do.
GRANNY MOORE
God knew the life he'd planned for you
And the struggles it would bring
So he gave to you a band of angels
Last year for Easter or Mother's Day (honestly, not sure which... but leaning towards Easter), my mom gave me a Hydrangea.
The Merriam-Webster Dictionary defines “Envy” as “The feeling of wanting to have what someone else has.” Yeah, that just about nails it. It’s one of the “Deadly Seven Sins.” It’s a lot like jealously, with the added element of desire. The strong desire to have what they have.
For my dear mum ,who passed 10 years ago , though it feels like yesterday
under a sky ,I see your face in a cloud,wanting to shout your name out loud,
where are you, why did you leave me?,knowing inside I had to set you free,
Your pain became my pain at the end,you were my hero but most of all my best friend,
I came upon a picture
Hiding on your page
All I did was look
And it popped out plain as day.
The image that it captured
Of you so free and gay.
It reminded me of how you were
Embracing every day.
You so embodied joy.
Had a such a zest for life.
nothing matters if you can smile at the rain
nothings lost if you can endure the pain
there is always light ,where there's the black
Its there laughing ,waiting for you to laugh back
under the shadows there is always a sun
always forgiving no matter what you've done
feel the warmth ,even when it doesn't feel okay
