The passage of time waits for no one. I knew it was coming. This anniversary of sorts. I knew it was coming and have given myself permission to cry and remember and cry some more. She died on the cusp of November 11th and 12th. I am sure she took her last breath on November … Continue reading Time
I woke at 5:00 am - the sun hadn’t even thought about rising yet and the streetlights cast a glow over freshly fallen snow. I stared out the bedroom window, which, in retrospect, I hadn’t done before. My routine was to get up, let the dog out, make tea, feed the pets and then to … Continue reading Two hearts forever
My Name is Margaret 