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
Does anyone out there do homeschooling?Continue
Added by Sleepless In Seattle on November 26, 2019 at 5:58pm — No Comments
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
Added by Sleepless In Seattle on November 26, 2019 at 5:44pm — No Comments
When Love Dies
When love dies it’s hard to resurrect no matter how many tears you shed to water it.
Ther’s a bittersweet misery in missing someone you’ve lost that’s hard to understand and impossible to explain. It drawls you close while tearing you apart. It’s like confetti coming down on a melancholy moment, celebrating the life you had together, somewhat like snow in the dead of winter, a lifeless time in your life. Your numb, you feel nothing, but every thought…Continue
Added by Sleepless In Seattle on November 23, 2019 at 4:51pm — No Comments
When Love Calls the Heart
Passing through widowhood is teary at best. Divorced and widowed is twice as hard. One is as bad as the other when love calls the heart.
The night winds blow and loneliness surrounds you. Thinking out loud is a strange thing. The sound of your own voice echoing down the hall and back is almost creepy. You fall asleep at the keyboard and your thoughts spill out in unintelligent keystrokes, and your reader thinks your nuts. Tears are a…Continue
I went back to my old neighborhood last week and found that the house Frank and I had built and lived in for almost 25 years had been torn down by the people we sold it to. Makes me sad, first he is gone and now our house is gone. We actually built it all ourselves, it was perfect for the two of us and it was built with love.
Sometimes it seems like I am the only one who remembers him anymore. His family has not contacted me in over a year (4 grown kids, his not mine, his…Continue
Where do we find it?
The will to breathe another breath
How can we pull it?
The strength to move through this pain
We can we see it?
The love that remains in our thoughts despite the loss
Where do we feel it?
Our hearts that was broken yet still strong
Where does it come from?
Our love one that continue to guide us through,always with us
Added by Mrs Bear on November 11, 2019 at 12:35am — No Comments
As a widow I try to live life one day at a time. As a member of a couple both when Ray was well and afterwards when he had the series of strokes I would plan at least three weeks ahead. Now I am not that optimistic, I do put all my engagements on the calendar and hope nothing happens in between but I no longer have the confidence that life will happen the way I plan it. I used to be a really confident person but somewhere in the past seven years that changed. Maybe it is something to do with…Continue
But really, I don't want to go, Short of pulling the "W" card, how do I get out of this? I'd be going alone, I don't do weddings well anyway and about the last thing I want to deal with is risking a DUI, because I WILL drink at it and its in New Jersey and I live on Staten Island, so a cab isn't an option. How the Hell do I get out of this gracefully?
As the sun slips into the morning sky, the rays pierce my tired eye. I rise to start another day, lost without you trying to find my way. Sleepless nights to avoid the dreams, wading through a torrent of screams. Trying to find peace of mind, losing my soul in this daily grind. Wandering under a sky so blue, I stumble through these thoughts of you. Another day comes to an end, these letters I've written with nowhere to send.Continue
October 16, he would have been 61. We would have celebrated. I would have made him a birthday apple pie. Instead, I will be at Arlington National Cemetery to bury the ashes of my husband, the love of my life. When the funeral planner finally called to set a date, I chose his birthday for a few reasons, the first being that this former day of celebration has turned into another hard, sad day to get through. Rather than add another sad event date to the calendar, I will honor his wishes to…Continue
This is the week.
This is the week Ron finally went to the doctor, after I came back to Jakarta from the US for my father's memorial service and came back with a raging respiratory infection and Samantha's asthma was acting up so Ron was 3rd to go to the doctor.
This is the week where Ron looked at me across our bedroom and said,"what if it is something serious?" and I said, "It won't be, but if it is, we will deal with it."
This is the week where after the ultrasound…Continue
I went to the Lymphodema Clinic to get fitted with my new pressure garments, while the waist to knee garment was a good fit the stockings, knee to toe were too long. The fitter phoned the distributor to ask why the wrong size had been supplied the answer came back : " We no longer supply the size you requested....". That same answer applies to so many different aspects of my life for instance the spare parts for repairing taps etc, living in an older house as I do I can no longer get a…Continue
Just started to come out of my depression fog after losing my husband unexpectedly 15 months ago, today I get news that they found a lump on my brothers pancreas. He had been losing so much weight. I can't cope with this, I am not emotionally ready to even think about this. I want to escape again from reality. But also my brother will need me. So shattered. Life is exhausting.
Added by Kevin on September 19, 2019 at 6:00am — No Comments
Added by Kevin on September 19, 2019 at 3:54am — No Comments
So, last night was one of those nights, one of those times, where I just broke down into a deep sorrowful cry. It came out of nowhere. Maybe it was because I had things to do yesterday so I tried to be normal which is an understatement. Holding in your emotions to get through each and every day is rough, tough, and almost unbearable. It's so exhausting. So, at the end of the day when I could relax, I think it hit me. I usually cry throughout the day here and there, but yesterday I had things…Continue