One of those Days
Yeah, this is one of 'those' days. We all know them so well. You wake up with that tightness in your chest, just like it was when this all began. Your stomach rolls, your heart hurts, your brain stumbles over itself. You've felt all of this in many different degrees, from day one. Time helps you hope that they are less, not as intense, then this day comes along.
Just reach out and give a hug!
Yesterday I visited a friend who’s 34 year old son is dying of a brain tumor/cancer. He is in his final chapter of life. As she was describing everything happening and from him going one day to being fine and the next day could not speak or remember things….flashes of my dad’s final days of life lost to lung cancer flashed in front of me and I got numb……I looked at her and my other
You Need a Reason to get up in the Morning: Reconciling Grief
Death makes us examine life. Why did this happen? Could death have been prevented? How will I live my life now? These are just a few of the questions mourners ask. As we struggle to find answers, we must deal with daily tasks – grocery shopping, cooking, cleaning, laundry, bills, and home repairs.
Before and After
Before and After
7 Reasons Grief Hurts So Much
Grief is hard. IT HURTS.
We lose people, marriages, relationships, jobs, health, homes, financial solvency, and so on. Whatever the loss, we grieve.
Why does grief hurt so much? There are many reasons. Here are seven.
You Try To Be The Strongest, It's Not Easy Being A Man
You hold our family tight
You do the very best you can
You try to be the strongest
It’s not easy being a man
A Woman With The Blues
A woman left blue, a woman in pain
The deeper you love, the more that you gain
The more that you gain, the more you can lose
My Life....in Keepsakes
In visiting my friend who is in her last chapter of her life, she wanted to share her home with me that I haven’t seen in years….she took me thru room by room and each keepsake, knick knack, piece of furniture, painting, crazy bottle opener, and all that “stuff” that we accumulate throughout our lives. She shared stories and memories with me. Most were about her mother and in