…How could I possibly hope to find one more I love you? And what are the chances to be home sixteen months now and not to find it until the first day of this particular brand new year? …
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Scott knew me so well. He knew I had to clean out the bag cupboard eventually. Today is the day and in doing so I discovered the surprise….
I woke up this Thanksgiving 2014 morning…
Replacing sad memories with happy ones is a good way to move through grief. I’m finally getting to the point where I see the grace…
…In the eyes of lovers, everything is beautiful. This fortune cookie saying was tucked into the frame with the watercolor painting Scott made for me. This is my mantra for today.
…Scott did not die that day. And not that night. He seemed surprised….
Memories, light the corners of my mind
Misty watercolor memories of the way we were….
Stopping to smell the roses today.
All of us.
All of them….
…Lately I’ve caught glimpses of my future that flash and burn like shooting stars in my mind, quick little snippets of what is to come. I see color and paint and a studio overflowing …
Nine years ago the patchwork pieces of my life came together with Scott’s to form a new quilt of love….
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