Don’t make yourself small.
Not for anyone.
If someone tells you
you’re too much…
too loud, too sensitive,
too fierce, too caring,
too intellectual, too optimistic,
too realistic, too logical, too emotional…
just smile and move on, my friend.
Clearly, they aren’t enough for you.
–L.R. Knost (written by)

You will never get the same moment twice. 

“The plea for closeness to our dead can always be heard-if we are still, if we listen. When we ignore that call for too long, we fragment. When we remember them, we bring the whole of their existence back into our hearts.”- From ‘Grieving Is Loving-Compassionate Words for Bearing the Unbearable’ by Dr. Joanne Cacciatore

We go about with our relationships in life , thinking they will always be there. Nothing will ever change. Nothing could ever change this. Then we lose them. I look back at the last 7 years living without you and I never knew such crippling pain could be possible. Not just the loss but the reason it happened. The brokenness haunts mind every day. I have figured out how to live the days ahead but you sit on the ledge of each one staring back at me.

Written by Donna Ashworth

Some souls are just too beautiful to exist in this hardened world of ours.
And no matter how loved they are, or how precious they seem to others, their pain is simply bigger.
If you have loved such a soul you will know of pain too.
The pain of your love not being the glue.
Some souls cannot be kept here, and must follow their light home, to rest in peace again, at last.
And sleep deeply,
free of pain.
Until we meet again.

I had a dream last night of you. It’s been a long time. Sometimes healing can also be painful. It causes distance from the tears that were the only connection I had to you. You hugged me so tight. Like the hug of a million days. I didn’t want to let go. I knew if I let go I would not know when I would see you again. I missed those hugs and seeing your face. ”

“There is a moment when your dreams
and your memories merge together
and form a perfect world. That is
heaven, and each heaven is unique.
Itis the world of you. The land:is
filled-with all you will do, and the
sky is your imagination.

I hope one day I can tell her all of the things that came before she lost you

My protector all my life….I will keep your light here. You spent so much time protecting me and now it’s my turn to find my own happiness

You watch the things left behind with all of its broken pieces that lay on the floor trying to find their way back to an old life that will never be the same. I watched a 3 year old experience loss before ever experiencing life’s order of things. Talking to him on an owl stool that he bought her telling him about her day. I watched a little girl be put between anger and watch every person that she sat with , fall off the ledge of her life one by one. Pieces of loss stacked in piles all around the corners of a new existence. This has been my greatest separation from him. The beautiful story of her he created into my life, crumbling into dust . Life will never be the same.