When I count my blessings true, on this day of thankfulness, and find you there still in my past, I count the memories sweet and true, how I remember you and smile.
I cuddle up next to a warm thought, a memory I find of you, and count my blessings of days gone by, when love was new, and love was true, and danced around within my heart, treasured thoughts I find of you.
It hurts to see you gone, and feel the loss of your sweet love and the pain of losing you, and I'm thankful…Continue
The Essence Of A Name
And Its Unspoken Nature
Sleepless In Seattle captured the heartbreaking essence of widowhood. I was watching it unfold layer by layer the unthinkable loss of widowhood when I signed up with Soaring Spirits. It spoke to me from the sadness of my heart. They said I needed a fictitious name. That was all I could think of at the time. So I became “Sleepless In Seattle” in more ways then I care to be, I became like all of you, the essence of the…Continue
Touched When You couldn’t Be Helped
The Velvet Writer
There was a man, who, in the course of time was lost in a crash. He never disappeared nor was he ever found. It seemed as though he had vanished, as though in a fog, but still there, and yet, he just couldn’t be found in his present state of being, he was lost in another place frozen in time. His voice fading in the distance could still be heard drifting nearer than ever. When you looked, he was quite…Continue