“Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind. ‘Pooh?’ he whispered.
‘Nothing,’ said Piglet, taking Pooh’s hand. ‘I just wanted to be sure of you.’”
I'd be lying if there weren't moments where I begged for a sign, dream, feeling that you were here...around.
I often can't help but thinking that I have mourned each facet of the loss of my love at least once. Each sad thought, each emotion explored or mulled over for its' initial contemplation. I feel that often times, I am going over previously pondered thoughts and ruminating. Picking apart and reassembling.Read more
been sort of
dreading this day.
have to get madeline
a passport for our
upcoming trip to the banff.
..... even though it did take two years for me to believe it.
.... even though it took two years for me to want to.
I will.Read more
Another countdown. 40. Six months ago I celebrated 40. Next week would be Daniel's 40th. He only made it to 35, and now he'd be 40. Shit.
Amazingly enough, I think his birthday is harder for me than my own was. Mine sucked in it's own special way, but this is different. I'm actually 40. I'm aging. I'm alive. He's not 40. He's not aging. He's not alive.Read more
"As a widow you will learn that the only choice that ultimately brings peace is walking the path of grief that has your name on it. The only way to walk with grief is to meet it head on and know that those who have walked before you have survived." ~Linda Perrone RooneyRead more
“He’s in our thoughts and prayers.”
“We are sending a blanket of love.”
Those are words I read today about a boy, who like Art is
battling his second round of cancer.Read more
Not through buildings, books, televisions or how much money he had in his account- but through lives.
The lives he touched with his words, kindness, support. The lives he touched through his love, encouragement and unfaltering friendship.
Deux ans. Two anniversaries of the day I lost my huge, hairy and hilarious husband.
I've learned so very much in these two short years. A lifetime of lessons. Lessons I didn't really want to know.
spent time with a relatively
a widow with far
too much in common.
the number 25 shows
up so often for both of us that
i’ve suggested we both
stop using quarters.