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.
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