Grief has a way of interrupting so many things in my life. So excuse me, for not always making my thoughts flow well and with clarity. You see, my brain is still sometimes foggy and my memory is terrible-except for the stuff that I want to forget, but I can’t. I have no concept of “real time.”
Tag Archives: #griefstages
The New Me
I was able to collect some beautiful seashells on a recent trip to Florida. I started out looking for the perfect shells and then sensed God telling me to pick up the broken ones…they’re beautiful too. I needed that reminder. Sometimes I miss the old me. The person I was before Sarah’s diagnosis of cancer. Continue reading “The New Me”
A Letter to Heaven
Within the context of time, its April 8th and we are celebrating your birthday. I can’t help but wonder how those “dates” are marked in heaven, where time is so different?
The Pandemic of Grief
It’s shocking and heartbreaking to see so many families hurting and I can’t help but contemplate the effects of grief on our current society. Realizing that everyone’s grief journey is different, I do think there are a few things that I have learned on my own journey that I’d like to share.
Reflections On Our Trip
Life goes on, but my heart still hurts. We knew that after the hard past couple of years, that we needed to move forward and take a family trip. Usually family vacations are so fun to plan and there’s so much to look forward too, but when you’re grieving, even vacation planning looses it’s excitement. It becomes one of those things that you know is good for you, but you’re just not feeling it.
Is Goodbye Just a Lie?
I’ve been wondering
As I’ve been pondering
The things that you must know
Once you’ve stepped through
Once you break through
To heaven, now your home.
Rise
In the quiet
Dead on the inside
Still within my grief
You whisper to my broken heart…
Rise
2:00AM Poetry
We claim, collect, and clutch As we gather much Staking our ground And settling down In our palace Like we’re the masters of our manors- Managing our estates When we should feel more like tenants Or do I dare say it- servants? Who carefully consider every gift, Every piece, Every thing, We’ve been given. It’sContinue reading “2:00AM Poetry”
Anchors A-Way
So, if you’ve been following my blog for very long, then you’ll understand- for the past few days, 4:00am has been the new 3:00am. Of course, Daylight Saving’s time has something to do with that, I’m sure. For about a month, I’ve been sleeping much better. I think it was probably because I had COVIDContinue reading “Anchors A-Way”
I Can’t Drive 65
When strong emotions catch me off guard, it still surprises me. I’m not sure why. I know it’s expected with grief. I guess it’s because I like to think that I know how I’m doing and I try very hard not to put myself into a situation that I feel like I won’t handle well.
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