I think as a young person who has lost their mum, I am quite tired of being scared of everything.
I wondered if it would be okay, me living alone. Waking up, cooking, watching TV. I was afraid I would be like that man from Up.
I felt closer to him reading these than I have since he was killed—as he wrote in one of them, “Some words are worth a thousand pictures.”
Now is the season, the time of the year towards the end of January and the beginning of February, that I get catapulted from a time of bith celebrations, into the furnace of grief – to go back through the smithing process again, for refinement.
or just a moment that ache stills and I feel no pain and that is because I know they are no longer in pain, they are free, and they are dancing with angels.
So I will keep you in my heart
And in your heart keep mine
The memories will never fade
We’ll recall them from time to time
This is the sister post to Gary’s Post: Embracing The Happiness As Much As I Respect the Sadness. We just love doing these collaborations. This was posted…… Read more “Judging Yourself Through Your Grief”
I hope you found the last post helpful. I feel as though the next natural step for our exploration into making quarantine an easier situation for us to find ourselves in, is to make use of our space.