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Who would ever think a memory of a parking spot could cause a flood of tears and shortness of breath. What it all really means is that I Miss You.
I’ve never been the kind of person to count the months, or keep track of anniversaries, birthdays, or first time dates. As the days turn into weeks, weeks turn into months, and the months approaches a year, I keep hearing people say it’s coming up on the anniversary date of you passing. I am still… Continue reading Time means nothing.
It saddens me when i look at photos of you and I, because reality throws a sharp blow reminding me that there will never be anymore pictures of you and I. Are the pictures taken in heaven?
Since loosing you and having to deal with people on different level than I had to when you where here. I’ve come to realize how judgmental people can be, including myself. I’ve also realize that a lot of people (those that consider themselves close to you) have no clue who I am as woman, mother,… Continue reading conversations with you
There are certain days that come with significant moments, for example, this morning I was entering the highway on my way to work and I saw a single shiny black balloon caught in some bushes off to the side of the highway, GRADUATION written in bold colorful letters. The balloon waved back and forth in the… Continue reading How to live in change