Do not leave flowers by my grave Hell, I won’t be thereI’ll be pink petals falling come SpringWhen I have gone do not shed one…
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Oprah never told me dreams can shift, or that there can be more than just the one. Maybe I just wasn’t listening too busy running. …
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Tomorrow is Cinco de Mayo and marks twelve years since my dad passed. Since I’m not a fan of any Holiday, I’m posting early. I…
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I have always felt safest underwater. My fondest memories are childhood summers spent at home with my strong, capable, joyful father sitting in a chair…
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This picture popped up in my memories today on Facebook and made me smile. Michel and I fought, a lot. He thought I was spoiled.…
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I cannot walk through the grief for you. I would if I could. I cannot cry the tears that pour like a fountain. I would…
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In His Boots The mementos we hold on to, heirlooms we choose not to discard and throw away. All the traditional, routine ways we try…
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