Master J finished school on Friday. He bounced into the car, full of as much joy as a nearly 17 year old boy can muster. “I’m done. I’m done for 8 weeks.” I smiled. I love the school holidays. It is just he and I at home. Mornings are lazy. No time frame constraints…
Tag: grief
Time to let go, time to release
Frantic is the only word to describe my life at the moment. The silly season is upon us and I am the proverbial chicken without a head, trying desperately to get it all done before the big day. It isn’t going to happen. I have to let some things go. I have lost my…
Make A Card Monday {F-off Monday}
I overslept. I hate it when that happens. The dogs kept me awake barking all night. I have no idea what it was, but almost every hour on the hour, Harry would bark. I would get up, walk over to the laundry (where they sleep at night), yell at him to shut up and then…
Today is a day for grief
I am not sure how to write this post. I am not sure how acceptable it is in the world of blog to talk about the gut wrenching grief I feel right now. As I sit here watching a TV movie of a woman whose husband is returned to her after 66 years of being…
Dear Child {Some things you should know about grief}
Dear Child, First of all, it is important to know that grief is a part of our every day existence. We grieve, no matter how momentarily, when we miss the train, or when we spill something on that freshly washed shirt, or when the driver in front of us is going so slowly you feel…
Dear Mom
Hi there mom, How are you (wherever you are)? Today is your birthday. It is a normal Thursday. A day that started off like any other. Except for the knowing that you were gone. Grief. It wrenches us from the normality of the day into a deep dark chasm from which we fear we will…
When you miss a beat -Tuesday 15 May – 32 weeks and 3 days
I wake up with a start. I immediately know that I have overslept. I curse. Bloody alarm. I set it and it didn’t go off. I know what is to come and I dread it. I jump out of bed, as much as I can jump out of bed, and run to the laundry. I…