Thursday, November 2, 2017
My assumption is in the “self” part of that whole thing
You test the waters
You listen to the lectures
Are they fucking stupid?!
I knew it before.
I knew it during.
It shall soon be after.
Though I found it less than amusing
Name-calling by you
That’s what makes us different.
And we shall always be different.
As if I didn’t know
(but so much easier when they fail)
Tuesday, September 8, 2015
It seems as if her life was taken while she was doing something she enjoyed and outdoors. What I cannot clear from my mind is that so far, the news states she was alone. And, I cannot put aside my selfish worry and tears. Was she in pain? How long was she alone? Why was she alone? Did she want to be alone?
I continue in my head hoping it was something "natural" and, dare I say, "peaceful"? Peaceful seems such an awful word right now, because if my heart is in this much distress, I cannot imagine how those closest to her are feeling and how they are coping.
My faith - though not as deep as some - is trying to reassure me she's ok. She was ok. She's no longer in pain, should she have been in any. I keep praying she wasn't. I keep praying that God will comfort our fears.
Loss is a part of life. It's the hardest part to get over. And, I don't think anyone really gets over it. I don't think you're suppose to.
I have dealt with loss. But, I will NEVER say to someone "I know what you're going through." I know they are going through a loss, but each of us handle it in our own way. We are affected in our own way. Yes, I have lost loved ones. I, however, have not lost your loved one/s. I will say I pray for you and I will contain you and yours in my thoughts and that I know loss is tough and that I am near if anything is needed. What can I give to someone who lost their mother? Their child? Their sister? Their spouse? Their friend? Nothing I do or say will bring them back, but I will do my best to pray for comfort and for guidance and understanding.
Life is meant to be lived, but one day it stops. No one could ever be ready for that day.
Sunday, May 31, 2015
What process? MY process.
The moment… the very moment… I realized I felt too much
Intentional or not – you fucking found it. You pointed it out without words or intended action.
As always ... a work in progress. Not just my words.
Sunday, May 3, 2015
Wednesday, April 15, 2015
Sunday, March 29, 2015
Thursday, February 26, 2015
I don't care who you are
It leaves my thoughts to wander
Not always good
But not that bad... No need for concern
Yet, a constant reminder
A persistent shadow
Not meant to be