Just a blog about life, memories, family, friends, and everything else along the way.
I’ve spent Christmas with grief this year. Even though I’ve shared happy posts on my socials of tropical places. Grief has walked alongside me, quietly in the shadows of every smile and every laugh. The season has been different, something I almost don’t even recognize. In all of its holy reverence, I’ve held on to …
Several months ago during one of my many trips to pick up a prescription for Mama, I was sitting in the Walgreens drive thru just wailing. There were cars in front of me and cars behind me. I didn’t care. I was in the absolute fire and it was hard. I was listening, almost feeling …
On the way home tonight, I stopped by the car wash. I inadvertently ended up on a dirt road on my way to the funeral home for a coworkers family member’s visitation. I had a coating of red dirt on a dark vehicle that just had to get washed off. When I pulled in to …
I’ve spent the bulk of today trying to organize my bedroom and make it look less like a clothes factory exploded. I put together two dressers and a rotating shoe rack that I’d ordered from Amazon. I had to clean up the area of my bedroom that I called catastrophe corner. It held an assortment …
The thing about suffering is that we often believe that we are the only ones who have ever known pain. No one else’s pain or trials could compare to our own. Perhaps it’s that tiny part of us that want our stories to be listened to but at the very least, acknowledged. In my own …
Those of you who've been reading my blog for a while are familiar with my stories about my journey with rheumatoid arthritis and my colon shenanigans. For those of you who aren't quite up to speed on that, just buckle up. And, perhaps read some of my past posts. You won't regret it. Or, maybe …
I leave soon for a cruise that I’ve been planning for months. Mama was excited for me when I told her that I’d booked another cruise. She knew how much I love the beach and love to travel. I think she was almost as happy as me. She knew I had booked a balcony room …
My Daddy always had a garden when I was growing up. It started off as a small garden but over the years he expanded it down towards the woods by our house. It eventually became two large gardens that intersected one another. Every spring and fall he would pull out his old Snapper walk behind …
I dreamed of Mama last night. It was one of those dreams that felt so real. I dreamed that I lived in a penthouse in a large city like New York and mama was there. My dream made it seem like she had gone to the hospital and came back good as new, not on …
When I think about the times in my life when I’ve been hurt the most by another person, it’s not the kind of person most people would imagine. It’s not a monster of a person, skulking around in the shadows ready to throw a crowbar into your forehead. No, in my experience it has been …
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