I do not believe memories are intrusive; they are a part of our personal histories.
As with everyone some are happy, and some are not. Grief on the other hand never really leaves us with anything else.
Its a life long process that finds different ways of reflection through time. Being twice a widow isnt always an easy task.
Sometimes, sorrow lingers in the air like an odor you cannot quite recognize. Sometimes it slams us in the face.
I simply express my feelings into thoughts, and on these pages. How they are interpreted is in the mind of the reader.
Thats the beauty of the written word. Others can see things in a different light.
peace happiness and hugs to all ox'
As with everyone some are happy, and some are not. Grief on the other hand never really leaves us with anything else.
Its a life long process that finds different ways of reflection through time. Being twice a widow isnt always an easy task.
Sometimes, sorrow lingers in the air like an odor you cannot quite recognize. Sometimes it slams us in the face.
I simply express my feelings into thoughts, and on these pages. How they are interpreted is in the mind of the reader.
Thats the beauty of the written word. Others can see things in a different light.
peace happiness and hugs to all ox'