In late 2001, Daddy retired, and Mamma an’ him sold their house in Floyd County, Virginia, and moved back to the desert that Mamma loved so much. She was so happy, and you couldn’t have gotten that smile off of her face if you tried. Sadly, she suffered a massive stroke on 2 February 2002 – mere weeks after closing… Read more »
Openly allowing grief connected to the trauma and loss will enable me to see the event as if I was looking at a photograph or watching a film. This process had given me the ability to see things as an observer, not a participant.
They don’t see me I live in the shadow of her memory When I speak, it’s her words they hear I scream I plead; I rage against them There is nothing; it’s futile to try. I am not her living memory – I am me She was once, but now I am Not dishonoring her, I am just me Plainly… Read more »