This had been a day full of excitement. They packed a number of activities into the day to keep themselves busy. And, now they were at the pub that she would have loved to have gone to. It was fun and a wine cellar to rejoice. Today had […]
It’s my mom’s birthday today. It’s amazing that I remember it so well now that she is dead. While alive, I sometimes got it wrong by a day or two. But now it’s seared into my consciousness. Today I think of all the things she loved. I laugh […]
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. […]
“Mother’s love is peace. It need not be acquired, it need not be deserved.” Fromm The month of May is my month. Or so, I like to proclaim. First my birthday. Then mother’s day. Then just random celebrations of being. Springtime is fully in force and the world […]
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. […]
Nostalgia. A powerful emotion. Some might argue it’s not an emotion. I certainly don’t care. Nostalgia. I’ve been feeling it a lot lately. It courses through my veins and into my the right and left side of my brain. I looked at some old photographs on my dresser […]
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 […]
This might seem weird to some. Bit April fool’s day makes me a little sad. It’s a day of jokes and I love pranks. Pulled one off last week on a colleague to great delight. I got that love of pranks from my mother. She took great pleasure […]
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. […]
Pain, ever present Pain, part of the soul Pain, coursing through the vein Pain, its rooted in the roots Pain, blinding to all Pain, I choose over you
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