Category: Hope
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Easy come, hard go
As the year comes to a close, all I can do is keep moving forward. This grief still knocks me to my knees and makes it so hard to breathe. I’ll try to exhale all the stress and sadness 2023 ushered in and pray for the coming year to be filled with a peace that…
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Wasted time
Today pretty much just sucks. I’m working from home (thank goodness) because the tears can’t seem to stop. The sadness is heavy today. I can’t stop questioning why. Why were we able to spend so many years being so happy, going through unbelievably hard struggles together (cancer and the death of parents) and surviving them,…
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Can you hear me?
I find myself talking to Joe throughout the day. The people across the street finally tore down that rickety old garage that had collapsed back on Father’s Day. I stood at the kitchen window telling Joe how glad he’d be to see it all cleaned up. When I can’t find something because he put it…
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Landslide
I’ve had a few pretty good days in a row. I’m feeling better after getting the right meds, and spending time with friends and family has helped tremendously. It’s so easy to fall backwards on this grief rollercoaster though. Remember in my first post I said it would be a wild ride? Well I am…
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Sick & Tired
Did you know that grief can affect your immune system? Between the stress of Joe’s cardiac arrest, spending 12 days in ICU, planning his funeral, and all the things that followed, my body finally said “enough is enough” the day after Thanksgiving. Unfortunately, I haven’t fully recovered yet. What started out as a sinus infection that was…
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No surrender
I’ve been writing a lot of sad things lately. Posts about lost traditions and loneliness. Some days I find myself so wrapped up in what I have lost, I don’t give myself any time to think about what is ahead of me. And let’s be honest, I’m the only one driving the bus now. I…
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The circle of life
I can hear them late at night while I try to work in my home office. Tiny little scratches coming from the outside wall near the air conditioner. I’ve never actually seen them, but I can feel their presence. And of course my bunny killer Hope knows they are there. Mice. Tiny little field mice…
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