Is she really gone?
As painful as things can be, there is always humor to be found and my mother was a master of seeing that. I can almost hear her laughter at times and look for her throughout my days.… Read More Is she really gone?
Tag: mourning
Mourning
This is the mysterious truth of the love I have for my mother. I don’t need to paint her as a hero for her to deserve my love anymore than I need to enjoy turkey on Thanksgiving to make others feel better about their crappy holiday.… Read More Mourning
Pretty pictures.
Photos are for those we leave behind because someday all they’ll have of us are those memories.… Read More Pretty pictures.
You can have my sorries.
Honoring the fallen or those we’ve lost doesn’t mean that they are less deserving of our love or tribute because they’re flawed.… Read More You can have my sorries.
Someday
We’re collectively reeling from losses and holding our breath for the measure of the sum which is yet to come to pass.
We’re waiting for someday.… Read More Someday
Just out of reach.
In the end, does any of it really matter other than honoring the love you had.… Read More Just out of reach.
Politely Defiant 