Beauty In Grief.

Today is one of my late uncles 3rd anniversary in heaven. He was a constant presence in my life since we worked together. We all miss him and mention him daily at work. It’s also Saint Rita’s Feast day- The Saint of the impossible♥ Three years ago, when my first uncle passed away. I asked…

The Beach House

This is a little old I wrote it for my Godmother, it brought me comfort to re-read. I wanted to re-share here and dedicate it to anyone dealing with a loss whether fresh or old, hang in there ♥ The beach is where I imagine she’d be, with the sound of her footprints scrunching down…

That’s Love.

When we’re young the whole world seems safer. It’s more beautiful and majestic because of the older people around us who are there to guide us. They remember the best memories of us from before we could even talk…That’s the unconditional love of family.Sadly, as we enter adulthood these people depart. Many have left my…

Forever Hope

She thought her heart was cracked beyond repair. It’s true that it would never be the same again, and that grieving the life she had will overshadow her sometimes. She’d never look back at a memory without crying a little. She’d never experience happiness, without worrying about things changing again. However, she never imagined the…

How a memory becomes a treasure? ~Old Post~

Hey,I was looking through my old word documents and found something I wrote in 2005.(I was 18. My cousins were 5 and 7 years old.) It was published in a local magazine back then. If I find it I’ll share here.It’s dedicated to my late aunt and her wonderful, brave kids. ♥ How a memory…

 I didn’t forget

Sixteen years ago, my late aunt booked concert tickets for our favorite singer. She let me guess for weeks what the surprise was, and the magic surrounding this event was beautiful. She was excited to be there with me and excited that she had booked the tickets so close to her birthday. Before she passed…