How precious our memories!

This was an old post I had never published???

Today as I was cleaning the condo and while in the bathroom I had a scary moment. I was moving things around on the bathroom vanity I heard the bowl in my hand clink against the porcelain sink. My heart sank as I thought I might have broken the bowl. Now this bowl is old and anyone one would think what’s the big deal? It doesn’t look like it’s worth anything. But it is special; Paul gave it to me and there is a story behind it. Of course the story is meaningful only to me, but if another bereaved parent should read this they would understand.

Paul was about 24 years old and just moved into an apartment that he shared with another young man. Some time later his roommate moved out. It wasn’t long after I had stopped by and noticed this pretty, but chipped bowl on the table. It had an antique look to it so I commented how I thought it was pretty and where did it come from. Well his old roommate left it behind. I asked him if I could have it and he said not really he used it for his cereal. Time went by and I had forgotten all about the bowl until one day out of the blue, Paul asked me if I still wanted it. I said yes and then he handed it over to me. It is not like it was a huge sacrifice or any big deal, but the story is a special memory. There is just a bit more to my story that I want to add. Time had passed and I was out shopping and found this big white bowl and printed in blue, it said cereal bowl. Perfect!! I bought it so I could replace the pretty bowl that Paul had given to me. I kept the big cereal bowl for a very long time and then I gave it to Jeff, Paul’s brother. Jeff and I do that from time to time, swap things that are Pauls. We share his precious things and relive our precious memories.

Dedicated In Loving Memory of Paul

This tree is dedicated to the memory of my son Paul. It is a Cleveland Pear and soon it will be in bloom and be absolutely beautiful. When the cold weather finally eased up I put these chimes on the tree. Chimes and butterflies are a connection I believe for Paul and I. I hope to get another pix soon.

I am back

Three years ago I found a church where I felt I belonged. My friend Candy from my high school days lost her son and I went to the memorial service at All Saints Lutheran Church. The pastor and the way he spoke and the words he expressed had me hooked. He read this at Adam's service.

                  The Dash

The first date is his date of birth
The following date is when God called him home,
But what matters most of all
Is the dash between those years.

For that dash represents all the time
That he spent alive on this earth …
And now only those who loved him,
Know what that little line is worth.

For it matters not how much we own:
The cars .. the house .. the cash.
What matters most is how we live and love
And how we spend our dash.

Think about this long and hard ..
Are there things you’d like to change?
For you never know how much time is left,
That still can be rearranged.

If we could just slow down enough
To consider what’s true and real,
And always try to understand
The other way people feel

And be less quick to anger,
And show appreciation more
And love the people in our lives
Like we’ve never loved before.

If we treat each other with respect,
And more often wear a smile.
Remembering that this special dash
Might only last a little while

So, when your eulogy’s being read
With your life’s action to rehash …
Would you be proud of the things they say
About how you spent your dash?

I thought of You Today

I thought of You Today

 But that is nothing new.

I thought about you yesterday,

And the days before that too.

I think of you in silence,

I often speak your name,

All I have are memories,

And a picture in a frame.

Your memory’s a keepsake,

From which I’ll never part.

God has you in his arms …

I have you in my heart.

One more quote to share today, especially since I haven't been on here in awhile!

"I loved the boy with the utmost love of which my soul is capable of
and he is taken from me - yet in the agony of my spirit in
surrendering such a treasure, I feel a thousand times richer
than if I had never possessed it." ~~~~~~ William Wordsworth

A good friend posted this on her Facebook wall because like me, she lost a son and like me, has shed so many tears.

"There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief... and unspeakable love." -- Washington Irving

This was on Facebook. A site for grieving mothers

Your loss may still be fresh, raw and excruciating. You may find it hard to believe you can ever recover or heal from this horrible thing. It will take a long time, there's no way around that. But we include here a brief description of what usually happens after your grieving is finished, so you can survive now, with hope in the back of your mind. There are brighter days ahead.

The grieving process is a very personal and individual thing. Your unique relationship with your loved one, and the manner in which he died will dictate the length and depth of your own "roller coaster ride". There is no healthy way to shorten the process; there are no short cuts to the resolution of grief. You must let it run it's course.

There is also no "normal" amount of time for mourning. Some people adjust to a new life in a matter of months. Others take a year or more, or up to 2 years or longer to complete their grieving. Most take a year or two. The best length of time for you? Whatever you need.

Even after you are "done", you may experience grief feelings from time to time, especially during special dates and anniversaries, or during holidays. Expect it.

The end of grief does not mean that you forget your beloved, or cease to love them. When you experience a tragic loss, it breaks your heart.

•Can you mend your broken heart? Yes.
•Does this mean that you are dishonoring your loved one? No.
•Will you ever forget them? No.
•Will they always have a place in your heart? Yes.



Complicated Grief is the final type of loss. This is when the grieving process does not progress over time as it should. The intensity of feelings and length of time is severe and prolonged and interferes with your ability to function. You may even fall into a true depression or anxiety disorder.

The hallmark of complicated grief is that the thoughts, reactions and behaviors do not change or improve as time goes on. Most people know when they are stuck in a grief that will not resolve. Complicated grief usually will not conclude on it's own, and requires the help of a professional counselor to resolve it.
We must go through grief in a healthy way to let our loved ones find peace in the spirit world, while we can't move on here fortunately they can over there.

Hold On

Hold on to what is good even if it is a handful of earth.
Hold on to what you believe even if it is a tree which stands by itself.
Hold on to what you must do even if it is a long way from here.
Hold on to life even when it is easier letting go.
Hold on to my hand even when I have gone away from you.

- Pueblo Blessing

From TCF

TO THOSE WHO LOOK AWAY

To those who look away
when I grow teary-eyed in the baby department,
look a little deeper.

Surely you have some compassion in your heart.

To those who change the subject
when I speak my sons' names,
change your way of thinking.

It just might change your whole life.

To those who roll their eyes
and say that we barely had them at all,
how could we miss them so much,
in our hearts we have seen them live a thousand times.
We have seen their first steps, first day of school,
their weddings, and their children.

We have had them forever in our minds.

To those who say we can have another,
we did. I thank God for her everyday,
but even if I have twenty more babies,
I will forever have two in the grave,
and that is two too many.

To those who say to get on with my life,
I have. It is a different life,

The life of a grieving mother.

One with a tremendous amount to be thankful for,
but also one with a lot to mourn the loss of!

Do not judge the bereaved mother. She comes in many forms.

She is breathing, but she is dying.

She may look young, but inside she has become ancient.

She smiles, but her heart sobs.

She walks, she talks, she cooks, she cleans, she works, she IS,
but she IS NOT, all at once.

She is here, but part of her is elsewhere for eternity.
Do not dismiss us:

we have shaped more than just the future generation.
We have released all the tiny angels who are watching over you.

Open your eyes to US
and you just might see THEM.

~~~ Author Unknown ~~~