Love the photo. The weird thing about losing someone you love is … There are lots of words at first, everyone wants to talk … But as time goes by, the subject gets old, for everyone but you … Even thirteen years later, I make it a point to talk about my mom and dad every so often, mention aloud something they would have liked, remind myself that they are still part of my life and connected to me by more than words!
Yes, grief does that, washes the words away. But only for a time, my friend, and then the grief dances on the page and helps ease the load. Is that an OWL in the tree? How wonderful!!!!!!!!!!
Love the photo. The weird thing about losing someone you love is … There are lots of words at first, everyone wants to talk … But as time goes by, the subject gets old, for everyone but you … Even thirteen years later, I make it a point to talk about my mom and dad every so often, mention aloud something they would have liked, remind myself that they are still part of my life and connected to me by more than words!
Nor have I.
hugs, hugs, and more hugs ❤
Yes, grief does that, washes the words away. But only for a time, my friend, and then the grief dances on the page and helps ease the load. Is that an OWL in the tree? How wonderful!!!!!!!!!!