almost a year....

We

Those without wings

Bounded to the sky

With blue thin thread

Wepoor toys

we love each other

So what the seagull have wings?

and have memories

When the same..Sad

somewhere

on a foreign shore

and forgotten

We poor toys...

we die..

People ask me where I find these photos--and the words above are the translation....

I feel blessed to find them..they help me to find the heart of my sorrow on some days. I am full right now--of anticipation of next week...the one year anniversary of dear Sarah's death.

Everyone is asking...."How are you?" I don't know what to say, but answer...Fine...but deep in my heart...just have sadness. I want to begin to live better...it has been a very long year. I can hardly believe that it has been now a full year since I heard your voice talking to me for real on the phone...as we didn't take our phones on our trips....thinking it would be a bother to try to keep them charged in a foreign land.......

soooo, I still have your voice messages stored on my phone and listen to you sing happy birthday for 2 different years and other sweet messages I saved...and that helps.

Moving on in grief is a wild journey-and so original for each of the ones traveling their assigned road. I have been so blessed with many walking with me-and a sweet and tender husband now too. Yet...it is so solitary...the ache in your heart that stays just like the beat of your heart....just a part of the life of grief. tears that have carved a path in your face from the familiar road they travel. the sadness that you fight to keep from weighing you down every day...keeping you on some days from being able to take full breaths...and causing you to stoop and not see as well.

I am working hard to lift my head up these days....to see...to see the life all around me.

But just do miss you my girl. So many do...you touched many...loved many...

how can you really be so gone? Just so gone.