This time of the year is hard for me. We don't have Thanksgiving in Australia, the convicts hauled from England to colonise our country didn't have much to be thankful for. We have summer and school holidays and the run up to Christmas all lumped in together and life gets very busy. Add unseasonable heat and drought and bushfires causing smokey air all over the coast and all the external circumstances and it gets pretty tiring. So sometimes I want it to just be over. December is party…Continue
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
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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
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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
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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
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