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Tim & Autumn: Re-Coupling: Congratulations, Chris
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Re-Coupling: Congratulations, Chris. Thursday, December 12, 2013. I also know how hard it can be to move forward when you feel the eyes of judgement upon you for it. He has chosen to live his journey of love and loss and grief very publicly, which has been incredibly brave in my eyes. He and his late wife have opened the eyes of many by sharing their story, and he continues to do so by sharing this part of his life openly. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Cake bites by autumn.
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Tim & Autumn: My Little People
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Monday, October 21, 2013. Anson, can Mommy have a hug? Ayla, can I have a kissy? Hahaha. Nooo.". I think this is a sign that we are approaching 2. Is 2 really going to be "terrible"? Trying, maybe, but I can't imagine anything being terrible with these kids. A&A are growing and learning so much about the world around them. Learning to recognize their wants and needs, knowing what they do and do not want to do in any given moment in time. Do you want to go night night? I'm constantly amazed with the thing...
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Tim & Autumn: Accepted
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Wednesday, October 16, 2013. The past can not be changed, forgotten, edited or erased. It can only be accepted.". I'm not sure whose quote that is, but it seems to ring very true when it comes to coping with grief. I don't think I ever really did the denial thing. I mean, I suppose there is a chance that am in denial about my denial, but I never thought that Tim was coming back. I definitely kept thinks just as they were for a very long time as if. Did you ever read those "Which Way" books. There some of...
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Tim & Autumn: Thankful 2013
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Wednesday, November 27, 2013. 8230;for Ayla and Anson, who have brought me more joy and purpose that I ever imagined I could have. 8230;for Jason who has shown me love and patience.He works hard to heal my broken heart while respecting my past and becoming my future. A delicate balance. 8230;for my family who has been so incredibly supportive. 8230;for health. Something we easily take for granted until we no longer have it. 8230;for friends who mean so much to me, especially the ones who go out of their ...
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Tim & Autumn: Off The Radar
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Friday, October 25, 2013. Recently I had a revelation. I don't like Facebook. Maybe this is a temporary feeling, maybe it isn't. Time will tell. I have been on it for years, since back when nobody aside from college kids had heard of it. Of course now it is so commonplace that most people have an account. And that is reflected in the fact that I have (or had) over 450 "friends". Standing in a line or waiting in a waiting room, instead of striking up a pleasant conversation with a stranger and having a fa...
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Tim & Autumn: Grief is a Testament
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Grief is a Testament. Sunday, September 07, 2014. I keep telling myself that the ongoing grief is a testament to how loved he is. You are not abnormal. Grief is an ebb and flow. A cycle of acceptance and disbelief that never ends.". It still surprises me the amount of understanding that is lacking for those experiencing grief. The judgement that lingers. The firm ideas that people who have never tread this path hold so tightly. The looks, oh, the looks. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Amalah . com.
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Tim & Autumn: Stay Little
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Thursday, June 26, 2014. As I put the ice in my cup to go to bed tonight, something flashed through my mind. Then Nana and I would talk quietly in the dark, 3 rooms away. Making a plan for the night. We would get our water for bed, afraid the sound of the ice cubes in the cups would wake you, and sometimes they did. If it did, we would sigh and start over. Now you are big. When I say it's time for bed, you run down the hall, your doll and stuffed dog in hand, arguing only about who gets to go first.
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