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I Hear Your Laugh Like a Serenade: May 2012
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I Hear Your Laugh Like a Serenade. Tuesday, May 22, 2012. Surround Yourself With Love. Alone in the house yesterday I was going to get a hold on the cleaning and instead thought, today is it. I'm doing it. Ha! Only ha because it took 90 minutes to comb through a box to find a specific picture only to discover it wasn't there. Despite this set back I finished finding pictures, uploaded them and worked furiously on the book. It's still not complete, but I'm working! At one point I asked if she would like t...
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I Hear Your Laugh Like a Serenade: Focusing....a few weeks late
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I Hear Your Laugh Like a Serenade. Wednesday, July 1, 2015. Focusing.a few weeks late. I originally wrote this a month ago, but like all of my writing these days, it sat in draft form til it was outdated *. Fast forward to today where I am trying to push the focus button on my life.and on the thoughts coming out of my head. Instead of crisp, detailed words, I'm battling a blur of unkept emotion streaming from an unclear series of events. July 18, 2016 at 3:06 PM. July 18, 2016 at 3:06 PM. It all adds up.
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I Hear Your Laugh Like a Serenade: April 2012
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I Hear Your Laugh Like a Serenade. Thursday, April 19, 2012. As I am accustomed to, we have many deep conversations doing every day mundane activities. And Chris is going to have a new family too.". I simply said, "What, sweetie? Attempting to swallow back the tears in my voice. Chris is going to get married to and have a new family too.". Chris, your daddy? My heart skipped a beat, sweat beads appeared on my forehead and my voice caught in my throat. Oh Will you push me super high? Monday, April 9, 2012.
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I Hear Your Laugh Like a Serenade: March 2014
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I Hear Your Laugh Like a Serenade. Saturday, March 29, 2014. There are moments when eyes and heart deceive the brain to interject a false reality. In those moments the spoken word of truth often dissipates the fogginess to reveal what is true despite the desperate attempts of the heart to shield itself from the certainty of desolation on the pages where it hurts to look. I'm getting divorced. I've been getting divorced. Finalization of dissolution is imminent. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). It all adds up.
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I Hear Your Laugh Like a Serenade: November 2013
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I Hear Your Laugh Like a Serenade. Saturday, November 16, 2013. One thousand, ninety-five days. Milestones, anniversaries, birthdays, holidays, Wednesdays, 17's, Great Wolf Lodge, my niece's birthday, Thanksgiving planning, taking a shower, hearing the water running. They all come back to haunt me when grief pays me a visit. She's a bit of a dictator, trying to control my life. Once I accepted her presence as necessary, it was time to take the walk. So,here's what I know about the story now. Chris create...
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I Hear Your Laugh Like a Serenade: July 2012
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I Hear Your Laugh Like a Serenade. Sunday, July 29, 2012. This has been a crazy few weeks. Three birthdays in 6 days.Owen, Riley then Shaun. Three "home" parties and one bounce house combined party for the littles. I was partied out. Owen is such an incredible little boy. He is truly funny, and he knows it. He makes faces Chris did and I wonder how he knows how to make them. Where does he see them. There is a fourth birthday in all of this. But truly, even I know in those moments that the universe doesn'...
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I Hear Your Laugh Like a Serenade: March 2012
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I Hear Your Laugh Like a Serenade. Tuesday, March 13, 2012. I suppose if I were to counsel another widow or even Sabrina of November 17, 2010 I would have a few pieces of advice, insight, forewarning. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. It all adds up. Anna Kate is NINE! On Grit, Gratitude, and Grace. Widow's Voice: Seven Widowed Voices Sharing Love, Loss, and Hope. Widow's Voice has a New Home. Hyperbole and a Half. 2 Peas in the Pod. Diary of a Widow. Because I Stopped Playing.
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I Hear Your Laugh Like a Serenade: June 2012
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I Hear Your Laugh Like a Serenade. Saturday, June 2, 2012. Reading another widow's blog, I have realized what I have been trying to put into words yet could not so eloquently find the words in my soul to put it all together. Http:/ widowsvoice-sslf.blogspot.com/2012/05/language-of-grief.html. She went spiraling into the world of widowhood a week before I made my grand entrance onto the red carpet. Http:/ www.sslf.org/. And I felt normal. Last night I watched a news story about a club for tall people....
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I Hear Your Laugh Like a Serenade: June 2013
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I Hear Your Laugh Like a Serenade. Tuesday, June 18, 2013. Strength, panties and reminders. Such a relative term. Is it emotional, physical, psychological, social, moral? Being strong is not always positive. Nor it is always a choice. And definitely it's not always deriving from a self determined life route. Grief is the same. I digress.always. Nasty, nasty habit. But no worries, if you forget you can do this, I will remind you. After all, you reminded me. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). It all adds up.
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I Hear Your Laugh Like a Serenade: November 2014
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I Hear Your Laugh Like a Serenade. Monday, November 17, 2014. Weight of a Soul. Then it registered, my capri pajama pants, the eggplant tank top from my last pregnancy, oversized WWU sweatshirt and my glasses. Teeth and hair unbrushed. And no bra. Why didn't I put a bra on? Four years and the question that orbits in my psyche is what have I learned. Starting from scratch. Closing the book or turning the page. Figuring out how much weight a soul can take. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). It all adds up.
