It is completely surreal to me that it has been this long…
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Unraveling and re-raveling
It is the only way I can describe how I am feeling right now. There are many parts unraveling at varying speeds, whilst, others, are following behind and re-raveling to keep my sanity intact.
Continue readingEchoes in the quiet
I hear them (and not in a Sixth Sense kind of way, well, maybe). Both of them. Mostly her. The “quiet” times are the most prevalent…
Continue readingFour years, ten months, seventeen days
She was four years, ten months, and seventeen days when she died. Yesterday, it was four years, ten months, and seventeen days since she died. Today, she is dead longer than she was alive.
Continue readingA broken heart
Literally.
Continue readingA new year
Time is a funny thing. When we were young, it went by slowwwwwly. Adults said, just wait, when you get older, time will fly. Guess what, they were right. I feel like in a blink of an eye, 2018 went by at a speed that was unreal.
Continue readingIt is no surprise
I think of them all the time, there is not a day that passes that they don’t enter into my mind. She more than him, popping in, making my heart stop for a moment, it building up the walls to the emotions that threaten it. In addition to the everyday, there are those touchstone days that happen throughout the year that add another layer, Christmas is one of those.
Continue readingA mother’s love. And worry.
Dear one, if you only knew and believed how much I love you
The Shape of Water
“Unable to perceive the shape of you, I find you all around me. Your presence fills my eyes with your love. It humbles my heart, for you are everywhere.” – an adaptation by Guillermo del Toro of a translation made by Priya Hemenway of an original poem by Hakim Sanai
Anxiety – the relationship I wish I could end
I have spoke of this before, the albatross that lives within, waiting for an opportunity to remind me that it thinks we are the best of friends… Continue reading