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ALL MY LIFE I HAD HOPED YOU WOULD STAY

Sometime there were “certain moments” when she could hear her friend’s voice. Her friend’s voice was so recognizable and it was always comforting. Sometimes, her friend would even cackle as she did when they were young. The smile in her voice was like music, too. It was when her friend’s voice filled her mind, that it traveled straight to her heart and spread comfort throughout her body.
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LIFE AND DEATH ARE A MYSTERY

I have characterized my transformation from a year ago as one of going from being zombie-like to joyful. However, recently I realized that this was not the only transformation I have ever experienced. As a result of grief, I was forever changed. I have never delved into describing those changes before.
Although I am joyful, I am not at all innocent as I was before I suffered from grief. The horror of grief slaughtered my innocence and enlightened me about life and death. For me, the best way to share my feelings about life and death is by writing a parable. Continue reading

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I PICTURED YOUR SOUL SOARING FREE

This morning when I woke up I felt you close by
I still heard your voice and my heart felt so full
But then I recalled all the things that had happened
The moment was gone dreaming you might be there
I opened my eyes and the anguish overwhelmed me
I closed them again and I pictured your soul soaring free . . .
It all seemed so real, it all seemed so real
Maybe it’s just that I wished it were real
All I could feel, all I could feel
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EVERY SEASON YOU COME BACK TO ME-PART 1

It is momentous for me that I wrote a completely, new song last week. My song addresses my grief, which always reappears with my child’s approaching birthday and death day. After many years, I accept that my child is truly dead. However, I feel like he is still with me in a different way, and that gives me comfort. After many years, I cannot wait to wake up because I love my writing and my music. There are so many things I want to express. Continue reading

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