Dear Unsealers,
My rhymes are about addiction
and how it inflicted pain and infliction
now I can no longer tell the difference
between fact or fiction
a whole world of indifference
I just lost interest
couldn’t be sufficient
But I can go out and get high
and die in a instant
or nothing to show
I lost my glow i had as a infant
for instance a stronger inner self
Is what I’m missing
steady building better intuition
My daughter needs daddy to be more sufficient
I can hold more significance
you seen me up close
and you seen me from a distance
you can do the most
and have a toast to my existence .
My nephew messed up
On his “Chrome Book”…
So it was given to me.
Now it is mine to look and see,
Only the things that are clean.
A great opportunity to prove,
That worldly lust will loose!
An opportunity to share with all
Of the One able-to stop every fall!
A possible chance to be promoted
By the One to Whom-my life is devoted!
A very great way to get in touch
Of the ones in time past-
Of whom I may not have said enough!
A great time to learn and grow
Improving more on things I ought to know.
May I even be going back to school,
With this little computer-that’s pretty cool!
Greatest of all, a way to overcome
The traps set up for me-I’ve fallen through some.
But I trust in the Great Grace of God…
That I’m an Overcomer-through His Word I trod!
By that same sweet Grace-
He always lets me know,
He is my heart-monitor…
Wherever I go!!!
Congrats on the new computer. I hope you use it to make all your dreams come true and more. I can’t wait to read all the brilliant poetry you write. <3 Lauren
Lauren, I wish I could talk to you. Not as between a man and woman, but as someone who I believe would be able to understand me and possibly be able to help-probably even with some answers. I probably won’t be able to, and that’s all right. But I believe God somehow does and He likes taking broken people like me and loves to fix them. Know for…read more
What is a “perfect day?” I sit and find myself wondering.
In all honesty, I have to think about it.
My life has been filled with more “bad days” than “good.”
It’s okay though, I’m used to questioning.
That’s my superpower. Always questioning everything. Double and triple checking my answers to ensure they are correct.
Today is just another question that finds itself stagnant waiting for an answer.
It’s something I’m used to.
Nothing that’s new.
I find myself breaking down with tears as I question “has any day been truly “good” let alone “perfect.”
No…I guess not.
That’s okay though, my life isn’t over.
I still have time to find the answer.
Although, it may seem like I’m full of despair. That part is actually over.
So, I might find that “perfect” answer, but for now I’m left with blankness surrounding all of my questions.
Which is okay I guess.
It takes time to recover from survival mode and move onto being just a survivor.
However, if I had to answer the question point blank, I would probably say a “perfect day” to me would be if I had the ability to fully rest and restore my body.
Maybe watch the sunrise and drink some coffee, while I reminisce on all the things life should’ve been.
Not to change anything that happened, because what’s done, is done.
The past is nothing to be tampered with.
The past is nothing to focus on.
The future is where I’ll find my peace, and hopefully my inner child will be pleased, by all of our progress and needs finally being met.
“The future is where I will find my peace.” What a powerful line. I am so sorry you have had so many difficult days. But I hope that going forward you watch lots of sunsets and restore your mental health. Each day, focus on you and whatever makes you feel good, and over time, I think your inner child will get and find the happiness and peace they…read more
As I type this post, the opening ceremony of the Olympic Games is on my screen. After an already busy summer of sport due to UEFA’s Euro 2024 and the Copa America, the main event of the summer has finally arrived.
Seeing the athletes floating along the River Seine is making me nostalgic for the City of Lights. I can’t wait to see the competition to come and all the shots of the city in the next two weeks.
As I tend to do, I wrote a poem to welcome in this event, one that only comes once every four years. Let the games begin!
As the athletes of the world gather in Paris
To open the games of the XXXIII Olympiad
Here’s to the next sixteen days
After the cauldron is dramatically lit
All the stories that will be told
The drama the competitions will bring
With the thrill of victory and the agony of defeat coming full circle
From La Tour Eiffel, crossing the globe to the waves of Tahiti
Visions of France in all it’s splendor
Casting the cynicism of the world aside
For the ideals of sportsmanship that Mr. de Coubertin appealed
In the distance, the Olympic Fanfare is here
Pour dire bienvenue à Paris à tous!
Hours upon hours of time
Of energy of feelings
All for the wrong person
The states from people who have a different perspective from you
The greatness, the love , talking about how amazing that person is
But never forget about the struggles, the overwhelmed
The droplets of rain ruining the cars
Your soul, your peace
Before you realize it’s too late
To stop the feeling of attraction
The broken bottles of alcohol
Laying on the ground and not feeling the same way,
The ick of making things uncomfortable
Ignoring the trying to be nice
The effort and meaning a gift from God
And me meaning a block of clay
And while you are enjoying life
I’m the one with the gambling problem
The fight between the gods
But I deserve the clouds subsiding
On a rainy day, both worlds on the same wavelength of light
The same level of power
Not electrocuting the lines, but
Having the goals and being in line with myself
That you add to my math problem
And not subtract away my life
Do not pull the trigger
To gain knowledge and wisdom
And to be amazed by the museum of art
And to not pick up the glass shards with my bare bare hands.
I love this part Rachel, “That you add to my math problem
And not subtract away my life.” It so wise. clever and powerful. I am sorry you are hurting but also glad you are healing. Sending hugs <3 Lauren
Since you’ve been gone, all I can think about is what you taught me. I am so
grateful to have learned so many life lessons from you. You were my best
friend and almost my lover too. Here is some of your best advice:
● Don’t dress like an elf (even though I still have my elf shoes, I
coordinate them now . . . most days anyway).
● Don’t hang up the phone without saying a proper goodbye and giving
the other person a chance to do the same.
● Don’t dance to music ridiculously; appreciate it.
● Appreciate items genuinely when someone lets you borrow them and
make sure to give them back.
● Be extra patient with the people you love.
● Be thankful and grateful for the little things and smallest of gifts.
● Learn by doing.
● Get sincerely excited when something awesome is happening (like
being at a Flogging Molly concert)
● Love the planet, protect it, and stand up for it, even if you fail.
● Go to the places you have always dreamed of going, and do the things
you have always dreamed of doing.
● Appreciate great music (metal bands like Of Mice and Men, Attila,
beautiful bands like Pretty Lights, and some goofy 80’s and 90’s bands
like New Kids on the Block)
● Always make time for the people you love.
● Be yourself and don’t worry about impressing people.
● Love the quiet spots of home (Beans Bottom, the pump house, etc.)
● Never feel like you have to deal with anything alone. Those who love
you the most will never let that happen.
Your Best Friend,
Katrina, this is so sweet. It is crazy how one person, without even knowing it, can inspire us and change our lives in so many different ways. My favorite line of yours is ” Be thankful and grateful for the little things and smallest of gifts” because it really is such great advice. Some people don’t experience things you might take for granted.…read more
I love that he said always make time for people you love, get excited about something awesome that is happening. Sometimes, we get more excited for other people than our own stuff. This was a very genuine story. Loved it and I’m sorry for your loss.
You might shake
Your head at me
in Disapproval
And say
I have no class
Poke fun at me
And laugh
You might call me
Slut
You might call me Whore
Because I can
Move these hips
So melodically
On this dance floor
Your brain can’t help
But fantasize
About me doing more
It’s a Hot girl Summer
Imma shake my dreads
To this Sexyy Red
Drop it down low
Cause whether
This ass is big or small
I am thick for sum
I back it up for
The 99s and 2000s
And twerk fa sum
Hands on my knees
I don’t mind bending
It over
To let it breathe
Cause I got hump
In my back
And I’m shaking this rump
Because it frees me
You might
Think I am sleazy
And that sleeping
With me is easy
Because I love moving
This booty meat
I shaking off shackles
Off me
Everything that used
to hurt me
Disappears
When I shake my ass
I tapping into my divine and
dark femininity
Twerking away the guilt and shame
From the trauma of early
Exposure to sexual activity
I am shaking myself loose
I am shaking myself free
From the voice of the imposter
and silent critic
Cause in the words of my
Granny B “ I don’t give a shit”
I am shaking off years of
Physical, emotional, mental and sexual abuse,curses
And trauma
This shit is generational
I inherited it from
My Mama’s mama’s mama’s
Mama’s mama
This shit goes deep
These thick thighs
Don’t save no other lives
But my own
I wiggle these hips
For every time
When I was younger
And was told
Dancing made me fast and Too grown
Like being stiff as a board
Made my sexual abusers leave me alone
So I guess I will be that floozy
Cause I will shake it to anything from
Slipknot to Tupac
Mozart, Dolly and Shaboozey
I shake my ass because I inner stand
The freedom in my movement
I fall in love with all I am
And who I am coming to be
I don’t give a damn
You can Judge me
I know who I am and that I am set free
So you can sit there like a bump on a log
I am celebrating me
So enjoy the view I guess
While I gyrate and wiggle
This bodacious booty
And receive the blessings
release the stress
and Set my soul free
DEE!!! This piece is awesome. It’s so real and authentic. I love to dance, and dancing is very freeing for me, too. Like writing, it’s a form of self-expression. I am glad you don’t care what other people say or think, and you just celebrate yourself! Keep doing your thing. Xo. I am highlighting this piece in our newsletter as a featured story…read more
Thank You Lauren! I am Slowly but surely making my way back. I just published my first book and OMG it’s freeing and give me so much anxiety at the same time. Thank you for proving the space as a writer to always be my authentic self
If God came now , Would you be ready?
Defend yourself by saying ,
“But I go to church on Sundays already?!”
“I give money to the poor and I don’t bet on scores ,
I go to church already….”
What if the sky opened like curtains ?
You try to remember a message of any sermon ,
You thought you had more time , that’s for certain..
What if his time doesn’t come but yours does ?
And the meet of his face steals the air from your lungs ?
Well , It was only borrowed….
Used it to get high ,Thinking you still have tomorrow
What if you get to his feet, ?
all your sins on repeat ..
All those times he offered you the prize,
You ignored it by trying to compete?
Many times you failed him and expect him to STILL complete …
Live now, worry about him later
Not like 39 gashes kept him alive,
So His 40 becomes our savior…
It’s not like,,.. from the ground his blood cries ,
What a gift ,yet we still choose to die
What a trip, yet we still choose to fly.
What a grip , the enemy has on your lives
What a fix, to choose the one the world denies
We don’t fit in and that’s just fine.
Not one person can give you
what your lips won’t say but it’s stuck on your mind ,
He reads between our lines ,
In the stories he’s written but still have not come to time.
The past is his present but your future .
No money or jewels can’t make you any newer
What if he walked down the path to meet you halfway?
Would you have him wait
till there’s a time you no longer want to stay and you can’t take it another day?
When we hit the dead end , we ask him to make a way …
We only notice we’re far from home
when what feeds us doesn’t stay
It leaves us astray , looking for more ways ,
To fill a void ,that’s been made
So only he can have that space ,
that secret place
If he came now we’re all going down,
Look around , nothing but winds surrounds
.
The lost sheep that he went to keep,
they rejected him too many times
so now they weep.
Made in his image , but a reflection of what the enemy perceives
without giving it life , it can’t conceive
So now we carry the chains ,
Locked in to our veins ..
By feeding the flesh.
Stuck in the mud ,
With sour seeds and spiced buds ,
our fruits were rotten.
While his is fresh.
before I die, I hope I get it right
So when my eyes open on the other side,
It’s not darkness that meets me but it’s The Light.
Wow Jasmine! This piece is amazing. I am sure you are getting it right. And you already are the LIGHT. This is extremely creative and flows so well. Thank you for sharing. <3 Lauren
Jasmine,
Your poem is amazing! This is a question I ask myself often. What if today was the day Jesus cracked the sky? I wouldn’t be ready. As close as I think I am with God, it really puts it into perspective just how disrespectful we really are to our Abba Father. Thank you for sharing! I am sorry I did not get back to you on your friend…read more
It’s been six years. Six years of living with a pain I knew was inevitable. With the inevitability of it, one could hope to prepare but the magnitude of your presence made that impossible and I knew that too.
For twenty-three years, you were the best dad. As cliché as it may sound, you were. A single parent to a strong willed, sharp tongued little girl, or as most would say, just plain mean, you ensured I had everything I needed, patience, love, and understanding…along with the material things. Looking back, your resourcefulness is astounding. I remember you calling into radio stations, winning tickets to see ballet troupes such as, Les Ballet Africains or concert tickets for groups like the Wailers. You wanted to expose me to as much as possible. I had the privilege of going everywhere with you, including your job. Every day. By the time, I was fourteen, I had traveled to over fifteen states, and none of your colleagues would be surprised to see me at your annual conferences. You put me in tennis and dance classes, and would stay up all night helping me with homework and consistently gave me satirical approaches to biased essay assignments.
While everything you did for me was remarkable, your exceptional character left the indelible mark. Being an educator and organizer, I observed you at many podiums. The well being of people was your priority. It was exhibited in you letting your students borrow your personal laptop so they could complete assignments and in your organization of events attended by thousands fighting against injustices. You were known for closing out conversations, meetings, and speeches by saying ‘Forward!’ The full version being, ‘Forward Forever! Backward Never!’
Growing up, I had an acute awareness that you likely would not live an extensive life due to the work you did and the society we live in. I constantly stressed about how I would live in a world without you. I would remind myself that wasn’t my reality, ‘cross that bridge once we arrive’ and I hoped to never get there, but then you were diagnosed with cancer at stage 4 and after fighting several years, we arrived at that bridge.
I’ll never forget being the one to tell you and I apologize for not delivering the news with the tenderness I know you would’ve if the roles were reversed. Three weeks. That was the prognosis. In the proceeding days, I grabbed a pen and yellow pad, but that wasn’t enough. I opened the voice notes app on my phone and pressed record, prepared to soak up as much knowledge as I could. Most of my questions were met with an “I don’t know.” I was frustrated but I recognized that while you were dying you didn’t have the ability to write the story of how I would live. You never did. You always told me my life was mine. At the end of the day, I had to be happy. “I don’t know” wasn’t the only answer I got that day to my endless list of questions. You also told me to maintain my principles and when asked what I should keep in mind at all times when life got hard and I needed you, you said remember all the happy moments. I didn’t know what to do with that or so I thought.
About a month after you passed, I reached out to the advisor of the academic journal for my graduate program about returning to the editorial board for which I had served as an editor the year prior. I was simply asking if I needed to apply to the position again. It was fun and I was no longer a caregiver so I figured I didn’t have a reason not to. I received an unexpected response; she emailed back letting me know that she would like to discuss me becoming the next co-editor-in-chief. Given my social anxiety, I thought the logical response would be to respectfully decline like I did the undergraduate valedictorian speech where you were quietly disappointed. There was no way I could oversee a board of my peers and be a primary voice in publishing a publication that reflected them along with an academic institution, but I knew to identify the voice that was saying I couldn’t, fear. You always repeated the quote “There’s nothing to fear but fear itself. ” So, despite my fears, I took the position. I asked us to define our objective because everything should be done with a purpose. Most importantly, it should be done together. You taught me that the world should be left a better place than we found it. We should leave something for the next generation to build off. The only way we leave something substantial is by working together so I blurred the lines of editors, managing editors, and co-editors-in-chief ensuring that all decisions were made collectively and objectively. You encouraged and nurtured critical thought. “You need to think at all times.” I remember that coming to me the night before our most important meeting where our shortlist would be finalized and I jokingly thought ‘what interesting ideas would be mentioned to increase readership that weren’t in line with our objective’ so I could prepare. However, I ended up coming up with an idea that did align with our objective, to have a panel at the annual research symposium, which the board was excited to create. A month before we published, I received another unexpected email, I was the co-recipient of one of the department’s annual awards, for making the greatest contribution to the student association and publication. They went on to detail what I mentioned above. My goal in defining our objective, fostering a democratic environment, and developing ideas for growth wasn’t to win an award but lead the creation of a body of work people could be proud of. Not just those actively working on it but those who entered the program after us. That was you.
Three years later, I was seeking a job opportunity where I could grow and develop my skills. I came across a position at a prestigious university. For once in my life, I didn’t overthink it. I applied. During my third interview, walking around the campus, the interviewer asked if I thought I could oversee a student staff of seventy people. Without hesitation, I said “yes.” So much so, he responded, “yes?” and I reaffirmed. In that moment, I honestly shocked myself. Before eventually accepting the position, the largest staff I oversaw was that of about twenty people. I didn’t know how I would do it successfully. How I would make sure they not only succeeded in their responsibilities of the position but I nurtured their talents and skills in preparation of them entering the real world, how I would lead meetings, present to large audiences and stakeholders on their behalf. Nine months into the position, on my birthday, I got a text message, a two-minute video of more than twenty students sending well wishes and saying thank you. Two months later when our seniors graduated, I received messages and cards expressing similar gratitude.
I thought I didn’t know how to live in a world without you, but in continuing to just move forward, one step at a time, I think I do. Thank you.
Naja, I am so sorry for your loss. It sounds like your Dad was very inspirational to you and had a large impact on your life. He would be so proud of you today!! Life is always moving forward, so there’s no reason to stay stuck in the past. I love your outlook on life and how you will continue to move forward, despite how challenging things can…read more
Naja, what a beautiful story. Your career path was literally guided by your dad. I’m so sorry for your loss and he is proud of your achievents and I know you are too. It seemed like you shocked yourself by achieving it all. Congrats! We both lost our dads six years ago.
It’s the 4th of July!
A Happy Independence Day to those who are celebrating today. I hope that all of you have a safe and enjoyable holiday.
This poem is three days late, my welcome to July.
I don’t know why I forgot to post this on Monday. But Lauren’s reminder of the latest writing contest ending reminded me to post the poem.
I just wanted to let you know that without further adieu…
Welcome, July!
Six months have gone by, six new months are here
Amid summer’s low and slow grind
The days are ripe for possibility
A month of celebration
From the Great White North, sea to shining sea and Allons enfant de la Patrie
Champions crowned in Berlin, Miami, London and Nice
Before the athletes of the world take center stage in Paris
Who knows where this month will go
Not even I know how the days will flow
I’m sure of one thing, though…
As sure as the summer’s changeable skies
And the flowers blooming all around
What a sweet poem, Oswald! The USA is a beautiful place and I’m glad we have a holiday to celebrate our independence!! You are so right, not only July, but summer, flies by so quickly! Enjoy it while it lasts!!
Ricardo, WOW!! What a beautiful poem!! Writing can let so many emotions out that you might not be ready to share with anyone in person. This poem also applies to people! Their stories may be drastically different, so treat every person with kindness, as you never know what they have been through or what they are dealing with. Amazing poem!!
It’s been a while since I last wrote you a thank you note or any letter.
It’s not even ten years since you went to the After Life.
In the beginning, I would never have considered you and your sister becoming our friends of the family since we had nothing in common. But life is full of great surprises.
My brother and I still remember when I put my big life-size plush dog in the coat closet to jump at you when you opened the door. And then you did the payback of putting him in the bathtub behind the shower curtain for me to jump back. Good one!
It was lovely of you to cut your long auburn hair and donate it to make wigs for kids with cancer. I never realized how thick it was. I still treasure my long hair, but intend to donate it one day in your honor.
When having your first grandson, you kept saying “I’m too young to be a grandma!”, as one in her forties. Soon enough, you would not stop talking about him and showing many baby pictures. I almost wanted to poke fun at the fact that you weren’t ready to be a grandma beforehand. I’m so glad now I kept quiet——it was one of your most joyous times, a month before the diagnosis.
I know everyone has habits, and sometimes can’t help it. Yet, this was one of those times that I hated smoking.
Because you loved my handmade items, you asked that I knit you a purple hat with the light yellow cancer ribbon attached. I always knew that I would knit hats for cancer patients. But never thought the first was to be for a friend.
When you had the strength to visit, you proudly displayed the hat I made. Then, you took it off to show your bald head that once held the short thick auburn hair. I knew that the hair was gone. I only stood there, emotionless, mind blank. With your hand on my shoulder, from hazel eyes to brown eyes, you said “It’s going to be alright. I’m fine.”
You needed to say that for yourself than for me at the time. You wanted courage. You never want us to worry or fret.
For months, it looked like you would beat it. In the end, cancer beat the chemo. Only months left. There was nothing to do.
You and your family got to watch over my cat, for the last time, She sure liked you since she was a kitten. I believe she knew you were going away, because she wasn’t energetic, and didn’t want to play for six weeks… as if she were in her way of mourning.
It was a stormy, summer Sunday when you left.
Your memorial service was very colorful. Your “Wizard of Oz” collection is on display, some items for auction (so to take your ashes to New York since you wanted to go there), with cookies and donuts, and many of the firefighters there as friends of yours. And it’s like you are playing the last prank by being late to your funeral! (They forgot to take your ashes to the altar!)
You always admired anything made by me and my brother. You said that if any of us became famous, you would love a personal autograph. Your sister and you were among the few who believed in us. Sometimes, I feel survivor’s guilt since you aren’t here to see our success or published work based on your encouragement and support. It will even be harder in the years to come.
Yet, you never would want me to live a life that isn’t mine. You wouldn’t want me to pity or be easily discouraged, not even let me live the simple life, knowing I wouldn’t be happy to live that way. You would want me to unlock all the creativity from my mind to change the world!
So far, your sister stopped working in the cleaning business and now works alongside children with special needs.
My brother is still in love with filming and has worked on a few fun projects.
You would have loved to meet my husband. He’s very sweet, supportive, and has some jokes and pranks up his sleeve from time to time like the rest of us.
As for me, I’ve been working on my handmade items for a future business, but have my hands full in writing projects. Each one step closer to something more to fulfill the long-time dream.
We all miss, and think of you, often. I know that whatever my life will be, you will shout and cheer me on. I will see you again one day, friend.
Julianna, I am so sorry for your loss. This is such a sweet letter and I am so happy that you had a friend with such a large impact on your life. I love when you talked about your friend being a person that you never would have expected to become so fond of. It can be so funny how you can build the closest connections to the most unexpected…read more
Plenty of days
In plenty of ways
I never thought
I had to live without
The woman who birth me
Continuously struggling
With her absence
Trying to put the pieces back together
Rebuilding my life
Without my mom
To witness my success
And the failures
I had to overcome
Without her keen talks
To cheer me up
Makes me feel sad and blue
I yearn for her voice
Her smile
Her laugh
Her presence
That’s why I always tell people
Cherish your mom
‘Cause losing her
You can never get another
Just memories to last forever
Besides my Bae, family and close friends
Being a source of inspiration
My mom is honestly the driving force
Behind my tenacity
She taught me the importance of
Hard work and dedication
She was amazing at everything she did
She got opportunities to live her life
As she saw fit
Much of her is in me
I’m her twin
Many can tell by just looking at me
In life and in death
My mom continues to show me
I can do all that I set out to do
No matter what I’m doing
Or what I’m going through
I take a moment or two
To reflect:
What will mommy do?
What will mommy say?
All the while reminding myself
That she is 1 of the reasons
That I am who I am
I’m forever grateful
For my Granny and Grandpa
God rest their souls
‘Cause without them
There will be no Margot
So I’m forever thankful
For her legacy
Now it’s time to create mines
Mama, I will make you proud‼️
Tracy, I am so sorry for your loss. Losing a parent is one of the hardest things a person can go through, especially when they are as close as you were with your mom. While it can be so difficult to deal with, I love that you have come to terms with your loss, and decided that instead of dwelling on the past, you will improve yourself and continue…read more
Great poem!! Loosing a parent can change you. “Now, it’s time to create mine”.. I love that line! As I was reading it, I was saying that now it’s time to create your own legacy, and then I saw that line. I’m so sorry for your loss
Tracy, Your mom is smiling knowing that you are still able to hold her close. This piece brought me to tears as my mom is my very best friend too. How you remember her is a testament to how she loved you—sending hugs. Thank you for sharing. <3 Lauren
It didn’t hit me until this year.
Almost 11 years later, just to remind me of how the 11’s, 13th’s and 21’s loved to dance in my head.
Having their own ballet of unfortunate events in my memory bank.
While your memory plays on a loop.
Yet that value always outweighs the sadness.
Holding on to your memories like toes on a tight rope. And as I still walk around cautiously keeping my head on a swivel because you always told me how to aim high.
And here I am…. still looking up hoping that one day you’d say something. Tell me that everything that I have been through is bringing me to this point. That all my worries are just stepping stones. That you are proud.
We don’t get that luxury down here but to know is all we need.
Great is thy faithfulness and to be absent is to be present above. How the way love always carried a tune with you.
You always taught me so much.
Leaving your mark.
I just wish your fragrance lasted longer.
Out of all the things you’ve taught me the urge to not question God never faded. I’ll never know what could come from this grief. While still being curious.
Why did you have to be on the starting pick for the 2013 Draft? Out of all the strongest players but this must be the best seat.
Seeing my accomplishments and growth.
Acknowledging that you are proud in my baby girls smile.
Without creating the space within me I really wouldn’t be in the place I am in.
Walked in rooms that I could only imagine the smell of the paint.
As your memory remains on going. Know that everything is still in remembrance of you.
And I may didn’t live up to my end because life just has its own way.
I miss you. Sorry that it took me so long to add ink to it.
Annie, I am so sorry for your loss. Don’t feel bad for not saying you miss them sooner. Sometimes it takes a while to truly realize how big of an impact a person had on your life before you realize how much they meant to you. The little memories that you have of people are what you are going to remember, so don’t take these times for granted! Make…read more
Great story. It made me cry. Don’t apologize for not saying it sooner. Grief comes and we have to deal so we just do what needs to be done at the moment for the person and forget to just be human in our grief. “I’m sorry it took me long to add ink to it”. I loved that. I’m sorry for your loss. Well written