Sunday, June 8, 2008, 08:43 PM ( 4 views ) - Posted by HeidiThis is a picture that my daughter Madison took at the lake on my birthday. When I look at it I see our lives as we live them now, constantly looking back at something beautiful.
Tuesday, June 3, 2008, 03:43 PM ( 2 views ) - Posted by HeidiHere I sit in so much pain
Understanding is what I hope to gain
Waiting for the pain to cease
Praying for a sweet release
But here I do not sit alone
It seems that my community has grown
They all arrive those who understand
Gathering around and holding hands
Knowing the pain to loose a Son
Because they too have lost one
We stand together for what is right
Becoming one unstoppable light
For my friends in loss who constantly find a way to comfort, console, and inspire me
Tuesday, June 3, 2008, 03:28 PM ( 3 views ) - Posted by HeidiI have clawed my way up to what I thought was a mountain only to look back and discover a hill. I am still not sure what I thought a year would heal for me. It stood in my mind like a magic number however as that number approaches I have learned that 365 days will not cure my grief. It’s almost humorous to me now as I look around my bedroom reading the titles of the books that litter the left side of my bed. “Daily Meditation” which has 365 days of inspiration. I shake my head and mumble “promises promises” because soon the book will end but I fear the grief will not. As difficult as that idea is to accept I feel that if I change course and find the positives they will become a beacon, which will illuminate the path that lay ahead. The memories becoming much sweeter now and more precious, kept in a big box next to my heart wrapped in white shiny paper with a giant crimson bow. I find myself constantly lifting the lid and letting his essence flutter through my mind like the yellow butterflies in my flower garden each time becoming more and more abundantly thankful for the experience of J.T. and the ways he enriched my life.
My grief and pain are mine. I have earned them. They are part of me. Only by feeling them do I open myself up to the lessons they can teach.
– Anne Wilson Schaef
Sunday, May 25, 2008, 02:30 PM ( 2 views ) - Posted by HeidiLife pushes and pulls at the strength that remains in an attempt to knock me over. However it has failed to realize that I do not merely stand upon this Earth, I have through shear will managed to grow roots from my soul that run deep into the ground giving me the power to sway with the fury of the storm. Yes struggles can break some, but I refuse to let them destroy me. I will learn from them, survive them, and claim victory over them strengthening the roots that hold me firmly in place and healing the scared heart that beats in my chest.
“Anyone can give up, it's the easiest thing in the world to do. But to hold it together when everyone else would understand if you fell apart, that's true strength.” -Unknown
Monday, May 19, 2008, 09:57 AM ( 5 views ) - Posted by HeidiThe green of the sky foreshadows the inevitable…the gray and purple clouds once again joining together overhead. The lightning flashes and the thunder clacks its ever to familiar warning as I stand in wait of another downpour of emotion. Rapidly trying to find a place to file away each feeling as they fall in giant drops from the ominous sky, flipping through my filing cabinet of coping and storing them away. “A” for anger and anxiety, “F” for fear, “P” for pain, “R” for resentment, remorse and regret. The drops I miss or can not yet find a place for fall from my eyelashes and cascade down my nose becoming one with a river of tears and begin to puddle at my feet, swiftly rising covering my knees, hips and encompassing my chest. The frigid sea of blue covers my body overpowering my mouth and nose and it is in this moment, this one painful moment, I must once again decide whether to sink or to swim.