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 promise it’s not as sad as it may sound. It will be two years soon. Seven hundred and thirty days. Sometimes it feels like thousands, but then I think we all know that the passage of time can move fast or slow depending on an individuals’ perception. To be honest, I have been … Continue reading Grief, Laughter and Ashes
I wrote this last year and posted it on Facebook. I thought I would share it here...because it made me smile re-reading it. Early one morning, I was scrolling through Instagram and saw a Father’s Day ad for Tilley hats. There were two young men strolling on a dock with yachts in the background. One … Continue reading His Tilley
Memory flashes... Wet mittens Cloves and nutmeg An opera on the radio Mom sitting in the chair by the window, reading as the Rutabaga and potatoes boil over Windows steamed Soppy socks Telephone stand at the front door- only say ‘Hello Grampa. It’s costing a fortune because it’s not 6:00pm’. At the hospital. Lots of … Continue reading Saying goodbye
My Name is Margaret 