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Love Story

got it all wrong.

There’s nothing romantic about cancer

It’s hideous and hateful

ugly and mean.

Not satisfied to consume only its’ victims

it devours the hearts and souls

of everyone who loves them.

There is nothing romantic

about kissing your partner goodnight

before walking across a hospital parking lot



I have been told that one thing that would help me is to get out and volunteer.  I've thought about it, but I know I am not ready yet.  Losing Ray has been so very hard.  He was my strength when I was down.  You see, when I met Ray, I had very little trust in men.  In fact, I was scared to death of being alone with a man. 

When I was 13, I was raped by my...


It has become like breathing...

Sometimes I wonder why I am not thinking about Alicia more frequently or feeling the intense pain of grief more often…And then I realize, I am.

I am thinking about her and feeling the pain of grief all day, every day. I don’t always notice it on a conscious level--much like breathing. It has become so much a...


My mind says he's gone

my heart says no.

I look for him

I listen for his voice

I miss sharing my day with him

I miss his endearing words

I miss his wisdom

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Desolation – n. A state of complete emptiness; Anguished misery.

Degree - n.  Any of a series of steps or stages.

Nothing wreaks havoc on the body like grief. Loaded like a ballistic missile, it hits a target and leaves in it’s wake,  a sublethal dose of desolation. This isn’t a normal kind...


You came across the water

With destruction on your mind

Thinking nothing of the heartaches

And broken dreams you'd leave behind


Here's a poem my 10 year daughter wrote about her uncle(Timmy Reber), who became a homicide victim on Feb 10th 2012.



The empty chair it stares at me,

that empty chair at the table.

We'd love to sit back down,

but I just don't think we're able.



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