Journey Through The Wilderness and Beyond to New Life
I will- No, I choose to: Be happy Honor this life I’ve been blessed with Guard my heart Love Share my journey back from the abyss Remember my Love and the lessons he taught me Summon my Strength even when I feel weak Rejoice Practice Gratitude, Kindness, and choose Abundance. These are choices that I…
I am grateful that my Love was under the care of wonderful Hospice/Palliative Medicine (HPM) Physicians during the last six months of his life. I wanted to publicly thank them on this platform for some time but until today couldn’t find the words. My Love resisted HPM. Only after much discussion (read arm-twisting or strong…
You might have noticed that I count days… Perhaps you’ve wondered why So I’m just going to put it out here: I count days because every day that passes means that I am still alive that I was strong enough to stay that way and survive another day. … there have been moments … (especially…
“So it’s true, when all is said and done, grief is the price we pay for love.” – E.A. Bucchianeri https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/11418420-brushstrokes-of-a-gadfly If it’s true that this grief thing is “the price we pay for love” then I will gladly pay that price to remember the love we shared. I loved him and he loved me…
My Daddy was my first hero always there for me with unyielding love a listening ear quiet understanding… My first memory is him holding me in his arms dancing in the living room with “Mona Lisa” playing on the record player. He worked two, sometimes three jobs so my mom could stay home. Time with…
I have come so far in the 155 days since Thoughts on Grief I. Written only 17 days after my Love’s death, I was broken. My heart was shattered. Now, 172 days on I am sad tears flow after dark at poignant memories for no particular reason but I cannot honestly say that I am…
Three days before the day of my birth and it is time to reflect: I am grateful: For family and friends who take the edge off my aloneness For my parents who were my guiding lights For my grandchildren who make me smile and laugh For my children (even though they hover – too much)…
