That Empty Space

There is so much that happens as we travel this road. We get hit from every side conceivable on a moment to moment basis, daily, never knowing what will come along and blind-side us. Will it be a snatch of music, a sudden aroma, the tilt of someones head, a far off voice barely heard? It's all in a phrase, a forgotten coffee mug, a memory.

I Can't Catch My Breath

“It’s constant. I had no idea how hard it would be. The depth of the grief is astounding,” Maggie shared.

“Sometimes I feel like I can’t even catch my breath.”

Maggie’s spouse Ted had died of pancreatic cancer six months earlier. No wonder she was gasping for breath. 

Grief packs a punch

Losing a child with mental illness and living with no closer.

My name is Debbie Lewis. My son's name was Jason. He was 27 years old. He suffered from mental illness , Sycotic Skitzophrinia. For a few years we tried to keep him home with us , but it was impossible to give him the care he needed. I was dealing with depression and post tramatic disorder and did not know how to deal with his illness.

Not goodbye - a poem

My love, I want to let you rest but I really don't know how
I'd love to go and tuck you in above on those plump and wispy clouds

I need to know you're at peace up there, I don't know where to begin;
I long to feel you in every drop of rain, every whispered gust of wind