Mother's Day is coming in hot and my mother died. This will be the first Mother's Day without her. My sister has plans that day, and I do not, but our hearts will be on Mom no matter what we do. There is no running away from grief. Grief will fill our minds, and our hearts, and keep us focused on her passing away. Our minds will wander to her and wonder where she is in this vast universe. We will think of the last time we saw her, hugged, her, and talked with her. Grief will bring us back to her last breath. We will try to move on, move past, but you know what I have found out, that is BS. We all have our own grief walk to take. We all have our own correct path to move forward. I have thought about joining a grief support group and then thought perhaps not. I am not so sure I could listen to others...
From Book Four in the Tai Randolph/Trey Seaver series (as yet untitled):
ReplyDeleteI was a creature coddled in the salt marsh, cradled in the briny sweet-smelling Low Country where the southeastern part of Georgia curled and crept into the Atlantic. Winters there were mild and smelled of clean pine and the ocean. Atlanta was different -- the cold here had roots. It lay low in the upland mountains, deep within the granite, and then it slinked down into the city where winter days could be as clear as a diamond, and just as sharp.
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Wow Tina ,,amazing! you are a very talented writer. Im just starting out,but uploading mind now.
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