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Pages full of words, pictures and descriptions. Some made you laugh. Some made you cry. Some made you shake in anger. But you put them there. You chose the way the pages were filled. Then you decided that all that effort weren't worth another moment of your time.
You slammed the book down and declared "The End"
You forgot that others were reading with you. You forgot that the pictures were cherished memories of a family. You forgot that the descriptions were foundations…
I said I wouldn’t write to you here again, but breaking promises doesn’t seem to be a big deal to you.
I drove to Texas this past week. The amount of pressure here was more than I could simply bear alone. Texas is home and my heart pulled me home for a moment. 10 hours on the road gave me plenty of time to reflect. I was walking around the house and everything around here is you. No matter what I looked at there was a memory. Some good. Some bad. I couldn’t stand the…Continue
Folded Newspaper sits in my wallet. It has yet to yellow or become brittle, it's still too new.
I pull it out from time to time and read the very few lines that sum up my husband's life. It says his age, his occupation and where he died. The part that seems to burn and be written in bold is where it says who he left behind.
A few names. It seems so insignificant.
But all I see when I look at is a few names that weren't important enough to live for. To fight for.…Continue
Found this old self portrait while I was trying to find a picture to describe how I feel right now.
First of all I am on no sleep. It’s been weeks since I can honestly say I have slept well and now I am on the “One Step” rule.
One step in front of the other, little movements forward…yet, I feel I get no where. I am exhausted with the effort of everything that seems to need to be done…Continue