Tag: Moving forward

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Getting Real

November 27, 2018.Writing From The Wound.#grief

I’m not treading water anymore, I’ve been swimming in my archives lately, paddling around and taking a closer look at memories that have been muddied by grief.  I’ve been reliving the days leading up to the end; the end of life as I knew it.  The strange thing is I’m not drowning in tears as […]

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Getting a move on

November 7, 2018.Writing From The Wound.#Grief. Recovery

Every day I get a little further from the life we lived together. It’s like I live in a fog of what used to be – like I’m waiting for the sun to break through and show me the lay of the land.  I feel disoriented and lost. This sense of waiting for something is […]

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De-cluttering

October 19, 2018.Momentos.#grief

I’ve been cleaning closets and sorting through things that haven’t seen the light of a day for years. I’ve been finding a lot of old memories; cards, notes, trinkets; and having a wave of nostalgia I haven’t felt in a long time.   The corners of this house are stacked with memorabilia, a lot of […]

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Onward

October 9, 2018.Writing From The Wound.#grief

I’m six months into this widowhood and I’m surprised to find it still feels brand new. I don’t feel like I have progressed much beyond the start line but I’m coming to terms. Mine is not the saddest story but it is ‘my’ sad story.  Grief is not a competition – there is no prize […]

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On my way

September 2, 2018.Momentos.#grief

I was walking the dog this afternoon, the sun was shining and a fall breeze was pushing newly dried leaves across the sidewalk.  I was lost in thought; visions of back to school and days of yore; when a motorcycle screeched to a stop at the corner. I’m not up on motorcycles, one looks much […]

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Leaving a mark

August 29, 2018.Momentos.#grief

I’ve been walking beaches, picking up shells, feeling the wind on my face and listening to the surf. I have been lulled by the sea. My mind has wandered and I have been touched by the vastness of time.  Eternity makes a person feel small – eternity makes this day short and splendid and unique. […]

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