#death

Death is but a flash Briefly lighting the sky One day you're here The next, saying goodbye Although the earth you left Your spirit soars on Reminding us each day That you're not really gone Flashes of lightning Thunder rumbling above Rain crying from the heavens Soaking us with your love Thanks f...

I'm at this place that I don't understand. I mean, my rational mind understands it. I'm a Licensed Clinical Social Worker. I do feelings and thoughts for a living. I know all about the grieving process and processing loss and using coping skills. I know how to say things to make everyone feel bet...

I was playing the Sims 2 and ... Hubby #1 Dawson someone... I killed him off bc he was annoying... Grimmy :^D  Baby tiems? Olivia "Liv" Nelson Hubby #2 Malcolm Landgrabb IV (?) I have the quads hack, so...  Garrett Cassidy Bobby and Michelle Since Nanny was being a bitch towards the deceased... I...

o its upon us, june. .. this october has come and gone quick, and the rest of the news – I recite it but soundlessly. do not appeal to the old tender ear, that is dead of want of news. this october has witnessed something like a return of health. i’ve walked my poor heart…

I like to think that I come from a place of 'glass half full' and look at things from a positive spin rather than falling into the easy trap of being negative. I've been studying and practicing Buddhism since 2007 and have been actively meditating that whole time. And due to a very dear friend's&...

This is a repost, in part to introduce myself, in part to also find myself back in a place where i am ready to share with strangers again. This post was originally posted almost 10 years ago,  it is all me,  I have grown in lots of ways and here like nowhere else have I…

This post, the previous post and the one following are pulled from met very first posts on this platform.  I am posting them here as a reset and also a welcome mat to all who care to read.  I don't intend to rehash all these things in detail but at least it is an intro…

I honestly can't remember when you were born, I just remember wanting to be an only child. From a young age I wanted all the attention I could get, and there you were all new and shiny stealing my mothers time. What I maybe lacked to see as a bestfriend, was a sibling that I…

I woke up at 5 am, turned over in bed to see Patrick facing me with his mouth wide open and a piece of dip sitting under his tongue, and on the roof of the spit bottle still half-fallen over in his hand. The most unattractive time in Pat's life is his slumbers.  I wish…