Lately, I've been following the journey of two country singers that have in recent years really risen to the top. I wish I had known about them before but I listen to all genres of music and don't really focus on one. What drew me to them was the accounts of their love. A true, … Continue reading I can imagine
When something bad happens you think it is the worst thing in the world...but is it really?
There is no timetable and no one can tell you how to go about it...you just do. Step by step, day by day.
Signs. Signs to know she is here, listening, loving and wrapping her arms around me.
The waves of grief hit. And hit hard. But I'm thankful.
I've had this in draft for almost 2 months wondering if I should post. I read a quote that resonated with me..."When you come out of a storm you won't be the same person that walked in...that's what a storm is about." So here I am relating to the door on a house. Some people like the color of my door and some don't. But it was my storm, my door - my house.
I say goodbye again. A reminder of my child now gone is that I no longer need my village.
The silence of grief is sometimes deafening. The reality of year two is painful.
Mother's day is a holiday like none other now that she is gone. I will forever miss her. All of her.
There are risks to a lot we do in life. Driving a car. Flying in a plane, or taking a particular medicine. The risks to losing Lydia were great and my head understood them but what I've come to realize my heart did not.