It definitely makes one feel vulnerable to share what your heart feels so deeply. To let your heart bleed on “paper” for all to look at and comment on. Please know as I write this I’m not looking for comments or fixes or platitudes. I am simply using my voice to tell my heart’s story in the hopes that it will help ease the pain and loneliness that one may feel in their own story.
Moms are deserving of a day where they receive home-made cards, flowers, lunch made by someone else and extra loves as a “thank you” for all they pour out on others day in and day out. Everyone in my immediate family is a mom, most of my friends are moms and they are some of the most amazing humans I know, who love big, try hard and do so in countless, selfless ways. Moms Rock! So, I don’t write this post to detract from all they deserve but to put voice to what I’m fairly certain is not only a heartache known to me. Continue reading “When Mother’s Day is Hard”
I’d much rather write a blog post titled, “the blessing of success”, “the blessing of victory”, “the blessing of discovered dreams”, those all sound pretty sweet! “The Blessing of Heartache” doesn’t really thrill me, but I am learning that there is truth in it.
The situation itself doesn’t matter because hurt is hurt, right? I don’t know about you but I don’t like feeling hurt, I just want it to go away. I will attempt to ignore it, numb it, block it out, whatever it takes, to just not feel it! Continue reading “The Blessing of Heartache”
Everyone has an appointed time and none of us knows when the day will be. Yesterday was that day for somebody very special. His last breath takes the breath away from so many that love him and will miss him so.
Each of us created unique, there is no other, you, me or he and the loss leaves a hole. Life is no longer the same and hearts ache. In thinking about this dear man since hearing of his passing, I’ve been asking myself, “who now will make everyone feel like they are that special someone?” He did so with ease, with each exchange, you were his focus. He was a hugger, he was a joker, a kidder, a tease. He had time for people, he lived to make you smile, even better, laugh 🙂 He was never too busy for the exchange and no person was beneath him. He was accepting and cared about each person with a genuine warmth and depth.
His life challenges me to make others feel, how he made me and so many feel; loved and special. You see he was indeed somebody special who made those around him feel like somebody special and friends that is something very special.