Hi, everyone! I'm having a rough time, and all this while I am working on so much for this site. 😦 I've already ruled out that I'm not having a heart attack, but man, everything feels so much worse right now. Let me be clear; death anniversaries are hard for me. They involve flashbacks and … Continue reading Bear With Me
Mourning
The Thirteenth Year
May. The month of darkness. The month of flashbacks, nightmares, anger at being robbed of loved ones... It's hell. I suffer silently; no one is particularly interested in what I have to say. I remind myself it isn't personal, some people simply aren't full-fledged human beings. C'est la vie. Thirteen years ago tonight, my mother's … Continue reading The Thirteenth Year
We Only Have Ourselves
No, this won't be a cheerful post. If you ever expect that level of dishonesty from me, please unsubscribe/unfollow now. I'm many things, but direct and honest are the top too words used to describe me as a person. Obviously, I share the good things, too, but I temper most of my enthusiasm. I am … Continue reading We Only Have Ourselves
Tracking The Time
The loss of my mother haunts me. How could it not? I know not everyone has a deep bond with either parent, and others have different scenarios of their family dynamic, which I understand, but my mother was my best friend. I was never embarrassed of her or ashamed of her. I took care of … Continue reading Tracking The Time
Facing The Pain: Part I
This was a full blown post and the written content didn't publish. I will try to recreate it later on.
We Live In A World…
“We live in a world that is beyond our control, and life is in a constant flux of change. So we have a decision to make: keep trying to control a storm that is not going to go away or start learning how to live within the rain.” ―Glenn Pemberton
Perhaps Some Day
"Perhaps some day the sun will shine again, And I shall see that still the skies are blue, And feel once more I do not live in vain, Although bereft of you. Perhaps the golden meadows at my feet, Will make the sunny hours of spring seem gay, And I shall find the white May-blossoms … Continue reading Perhaps Some Day
Dirge Without Music
“I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground. So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind: Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. Crowned With lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned. … Continue reading Dirge Without Music
Gifts of Grace
“Gifts of grace come to all of us. But we must be ready to see and willing to receive these gifts. It will require a kind of sacrifice, the sacrifice of believing that, however painful our losses, life can still be good — good in a different way then before, but nevertheless, good. I will … Continue reading Gifts of Grace
Written by LISA MARINO-Molchanova 