Tag Archives: GRIEF RELATED

READY

One of my friends suggested that I could become a grief counselor. However, after thinking about it I decided it doesn’t entice me. I would never accept money for helping someone. It destroys everything about what I am doing, to take money from someone at their lowest point. I prefer to look at myself as helping a lot of people with what I’m doing and in some instances I don’t mind speaking with someone in despair or counseling a family. Buy I will NEVER take money for that. I came home and saw a message on my computer asking me if I could help a family whose child was dying. I was ready.
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BESIDE ME ALWAYS – PART 3

I have written a new introduction for my book, which I am sharing with this story. Although I will occasionally write updates regarding my parents’ condition, my focus now is to complete my book with it’s accompanying music. I know that will keep me very busy, but I love what I am doing! Continue reading

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BORDERING ON TEARS

When people hear that I sleep so few hours, they often tell me that it is not possible to function that way. I smile with the knowledge that those people are welcome to their beliefs and can continue give themselves that message if they so choose. I prefer to tell myself a different message. My message is that I have more energy than I ever did before when I slept more and was sad. Continue reading

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SET YOU FREE-PART 1

I suffered a lot with my grief after I lost my five-year-old son; I wanted to die. I could not wake up each morning to face the pain. I grieved for a long time. Because of my music I wake up now each day with joy. I was an illustrator for thirty years, but now I am a writer and composer. It has helped me very much to express my pain through my music. Continue reading

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