After Loss

A bad dream...I count the weeks, days, the hours, the seconds since you left. I wait for signs that you are near.For whispers in my ear,For pictures on my screen. A light to flicker, The alarm to scream.

Heavenly Butterflies Gorgeous lives go flying byInto deep blue azure skies Exquisite wings, so decorated

 "If I kill myself, then I can be with Daddy forever," Jessica said.I felt exactly the same...wanting to die."I understand how much you miss Daddy, but you can't kill yourself." I sadly looked my 7 year old's wishful face.She quietly stared ahead as if in deep thought. "Well... what if someone else kills me? That would be a good idea."

We Are Never Ready to Say “Good-bye”By Cindy Adkins