Just two girls trying to pack up their home, waiting for their lives to start… But doing it with a smile every step of the way!
And here we are, with a whole life in plastic bags.
I’m a hoarder of moments, desperate to find gold in paper,
Something that I had missed before, like an echoing smile.
I walk in my loving, sweet Danse Macabre,
My fruitless attempt to make “treasure” worthwhile.
Chiquitita, you and I cry,
But the sun is still in the sky and shining above you.
Why do we have this self-imposed idea that throughout our lives we are meant to maintain a perfect, crisp version of ourselves? Like untouched snow, or fresh school shoes that we don’t want to scratch.
I would like a conversation, where we talk about life and living and what it all means. Maybe after, my brain will turn into liquid and drip into dreams.
How could I still be listening out, just in case Mum needed me?
Today, I bleed. In the space of a year, everything has changed.
It makes me feel bad that my family have had to look after me so much. I hate being a burden, boring and a frustration. I hate that they had to wake up in the night to help me with medicines or when I was throwing up.
“I experience grieving, I am not becoming grief.” Thank you to Bryan Wagner for sharing his thoughts on grief! Make sure you check out Bryan’s blog which…… Read more “As Told By Bryan”