I’ve been isolated during a pandemic for 2 months. I miss my grandchildren. It’s been especially hard being home alone every day with my thoughts. I see you everywhere lately. I remember days of you visiting me as if no time has passed. The summer is upon us once again and with each change of season again the loss is brightened . I can hear you say….”mom what are you doing today. Wanna hang out.”

Written by Dave Matthews

Singing from the windows
shadow on the wall, the way they dance
not much of nothing
and look at this fire burning bright

Look at how the children play
none of us know what’s to come tomorrow
but I’m not going out today
so dance with me like the time we’ve got is borrowed

Singing from the windows
sirens in the dark, where are you going?
pretend that it’s nothing
but look at this fire burning wild

Well this is how we keep holding on
every day, all day long
but sometimes things just fall apart
no matter how you try, they won’t stop

Singing from the windows
something outside and I don’t know

When the storm is over
and picking up the pieces of everyday
memories in picture frames
trying to put the inside out and the outside in

Singing from the windows
walking down the hall, nowhere to go
(it’d) be good to see you, but
suppose when it’s all said and done

This is how we keep holding on
all the days, all day long
but sometimes things just fall apart
no matter how we try, they can’t stop

Mothers Day 2020

Quoted from Still Standing

This crappy club called child loss is a club I never wanted to join, and one I can never leave, yet is filled with some of the best people I’ve ever known.

And yet we all wish we could jump ship– that we could have met another way– any other way but this.

Alas, these shining souls are the most beautiful, compassionate, grounded, loving, movers, shakers and healers I have ever had the honor of knowing.

They are life-changers, game-changers, relentless survivors, and thrivers — warrior moms and dads who redefine the word brave.

Every day loss parents move mountains in honor of their children gone too soon. They start movements, change laws, spearhead crusades of tireless activism.

In a minute everything changes

One day I made a friend of my sons who gave me hope for loss. To find purpose and build muscle around the pain to help others. 6 months later he is gone through yet another tragedy. Life keeps reminding me that everything can change in a heartbeat.

If we are fortunate, we are given a warning.
If not, there is only the sudden horror,
the wrench of being torn apart;
of being reminded
that nothing is permanent,
not even the ones we love,
the ones our lives revolve around.
Life is a fragile affair.
We are all dancing
on the edge of a precipice,
a dizzying cliff so high
we can’t see the bottom.
One by one,
we lose those we love most
into the dark ravine.
So we must cherish them
without reservation.
This minute.
We will lose them
or they will lose us
This is certain.
There is no time for bickering.
And their loss
will leave a great pit in our hearts;
a pit we struggle to avoid
during the day
and fall into at night.
unable to accept this loss,
unable to determine
the worth of life without them,
jump into that black pit
spiritually or physically,
hoping to find them there.
And some survive
the shock,
the denial,
the horror,
the bargaining,
the barren, empty aching,
the unanswered prayers,
the sleepless nights
when their breath is crushed
under the weight of silence
and all that it means.
Somehow, some survive all that and,
like a flower opening after a storm,
they slowly begin to remember
the one they lost
in a different way…
The laughter,
the irrepressible spirit,
the generous heart,
the way their smile made them feel,
the encouragement they gave
even as their own dreams were dying.
And in time, they fill the pit
with other memories
the only memories that really matter.
We will still cry.
We will always cry.
But with loving reflection
more than hopeless longing.
And that is how we survive.
That is how the story should end.
That is how they would want it to be.

Written by Mark Rickerby

The over thinker

Written by the Mind Journal

If you are an over-thinker, you probably take people’s opinions too seriously and try to understand exactly why they say whatever they say.

If you also have a sensitive heart, then all this overthinking probably drives you crazy, because you try to analyze everything without sounding insane to others.

Another harsh truth about sensitive over-thinkers is that they see the world in black and white. They can’t be in the middle and settle for gray. They don’t have ‘half-feelings,’ they either do or don’t, love or hate, feel completely happy or completely devastated.

Sometimes, you might be ‘too much’ for some people; too sentimental, too analyzing, too emotional, too nervous, too romantic.

And that will make you sad, but you’ve got to realize that not everyone is going to like us. Because if you don’t, then you’ll always feel like you don’t belong.

Another common thing insensitive over-thinkers is that they have an inner struggle to be present in life, but they usually don’t really feel connected to their environment or the people around them.

Sands Point.Long Island

Another day and then another……

I thought time would help. Time just teaches us how to survive . The first 2 years are shock. The shock wears off and transitions into coping. You become skilled in living in your old shell disguised within each new day just so you can fit in to your old life. But the inside is different. Its filled with pain and sadness. Then there are those days that the cap pops off and all of the water contained to the bottom raises to the surface exploding out of every pore. You search for survivors swimming down the same stream hoping they can share in this new world that has been created locked in silence. It feels good to talk about it but even then you have to guard the words not to overwhelm them with added grief that belongs to you for fear you will chase them away. Being alone in your thoughts is your best friend I have come to learn.