So many memories put away. Need to go through them. No, not today. My Mom’s china, My son’s artwork and toys, Just start sorting through it, One of life’s little joys. Pieces that remind me where I’ve been. Memories of things I thought I’d never go through again. I take another look At the piles…
“When traveling, some people prefer a nice smooth freeway and speeding to their destination as quickly as possible. I prefer side roads, stopping at weird looking shops, gawking at old houses and barns, and possibly ending up somewhere totally different than what I had planned.” — Maryisdom They say there are two seasons in Minnesota…
It’s been a few days since I posted. Not that I haven’t written tons and tons, but thank God I have demonstrated some degree of self control and not publicized my sad, grieving, horrifying thoughts. A word of advice, when you lose your love, do not read poetry like this: The Summer We Almost Split…
I’m reading C. S. Lewis’s “A Grief Observed”. Lewis is writing of his wife’s death and the emotions he felt and insights he gained. Having a spouse die is much different than losing them to divorce. For example, when your spouse dies, you don’t fall apart because you are missing them horribly and at the…
