This is coming from my heart
I feel I've been torn apart
Everyday I fight to be ok
To know how blessed I am
to have another day
Everyday is a chance to make things alright
To start a new path, to start a new life
We all are imperfect in one form or another
How lucky are we to know each other
Our elder daughter, mother of our twin grandchildren, died from the injuries she received in a car crash. This was bad enough, but six months later, the twin’s father died from the injuries he received in another crash. His death made our grandchildren orphans and the county court, following our daughter’s will, appointed my husband and me as their guardians.
I brush against you softly
As I wipe away your tear
This past week has thrown a massive monkey wrench into my grief journey. I am once again putting cold spoons under my eyes to reduce the swelling and feeling sick to my stomach. My grief diet hit me full force taking 5 pounds with her. Unfortunately despite the fact that I'm mourning my Dad, life marches on.
Best selections from Grief Healing's Twitter stream this week:
I'm Not Moving On From. I'm Moving On With. http://j.mp/2aSrlks « The Huffington Post
Not So Fast... Thank You, http://j.mp/2aJv8PM « Grief Watch
1. He doesn't want me at the grave.
My senses arrest
whenever I go.
I don't understand.
Every day, when I pull up my Facebook, I see so many posts from people who have lost a loved one. It matters not if it has been a day or years, the pain is real. I feel your pain because of my own loss. We realize that ones who have lost no one will not understand why we are still in pain. Yet on this crooked road, we meet many who get us.
I recognize the signs when it begins
the slow swirl of memory
flashes of smiles and color
