Winter.
My winter is June 16th - August 4th.
It's been two years since Judith passed. Died. Since I, in a very real sense, died. I'm a bombed out city. A wasteland. Pick your cliche. Armageddon.
I continue. That's a sort of hope. Everything has fallen away. I am newly made. Raw.
I'm becoming restless. Agitated like new growth cracking the sidewalk. Maybe there's something here. Maybe there's
Spring.
Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak whispers the o'er-fraught heart and bids it break. ~ William Shakespeare
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Valentines Day
"You can shed tears that she is gone, or you can smile because she has lived.
You can close your eyes and pray that she'll come back, or you can open your eyes and see all she's left.
Your heart can be empty because you can't see her, or you can be full of the love you shared.
You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday, or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.
You can remember her only that she is gone, or you can cherish her memory and let it live on.
You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back.
Or you can do what she'd want:
smile, open your eyes, love and go on."
- David Harkins
You can close your eyes and pray that she'll come back, or you can open your eyes and see all she's left.
Your heart can be empty because you can't see her, or you can be full of the love you shared.
You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday, or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.
You can remember her only that she is gone, or you can cherish her memory and let it live on.
You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back.
Or you can do what she'd want:
smile, open your eyes, love and go on."
- David Harkins
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