These days we hear about deaths everyday. For example, there’s a daily ticker scrolling on our television newscable shows of how many have died from covid. We seemingly cannot escape the concept of death. Maybe that is partly why people appear so jumpy these days. I know, I […]
Many years ago I had the most loving dog ever. My dog Milo. He would sing to me. I could carry him around like a baby and hold him close. When he passed away, I grieved mightily. I still miss him. Lately, I have been seeing pekingese everwhere. […]
This may come off sounding strange but here it goes. I like going to cemeteries. Even when I travel abroad or even domestically, I visit a cemetary (albeit often of note). There is a weird sense of tranquility and beauty seeing the names of those long gone. Seeing […]
I Think the saddest people always try their hardest to make people happy because they know what it’s like to feel absolutely worthless and they don’t want anyone else to feel like that.” Robin Williams Why do I laugh so much, many ask me. Why? Otherwise, I’d be crying. That’s my answer, […]
Queen Elizabeth sat by herself in the chapel as the final goodbyes to her Prince- her husband of 73 years- at the funeral service in St George’s chapel. She strikingly sat alone. And, although she is known for her stoicism, couldn’t help but feel her loneliness and sadness. […]
Cookies. Yum. But bad. Happy but sad. She loved baking them. But she couldn’t eat them. Everytime she went to take a bite, tears would start streaming down her face. She was reminded of how she would bake with her loved ones. Now, she baked and there was […]
Orange was her favorite color. It was fairly well known considering she had a 1,001 orange purses and scarves. It was sweet. She had been nice. Her passing at such an early age devastated many. She had felt the pain. These orange snow-capped flowers pushed that pain back […]
She was waiting. Everything was so slow these days. Even those things that were to be rushed went at a snail’s pace. Then again what would be the point in rushing if you just hurried up to wait? None if it mattered, anyway. You rush to become dirt. […]
Despite wanting death I can still grieve it Mourn it Wallow in sadness Lick my boots Dream of pastels to come Yet willingly bleed in the darkness Staring at the branches being pushed around Wondering if I could dance with them
Did the clock stop? Did the birds drop? Can I see from the top? Did my heart become a mop? Did I survive the bad crop?
