Here's to all the People who are feeling broken & damaged,
and you are still kicking ass everyday --
I believe in YOU!
and you are still kicking ass everyday --
I believe in YOU!
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Fight Like a Girl
Margaret's story 
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I have shared some of the Music that Heals here.
Take a listen. If you have any that you would like to share, drop me a line! |
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Welcome to my corner of the "net"
What has become my shoebox these days
A snapshot of sorts for my life.
Everything in my life has changed over the years
since I started this website.
In these pages you will read about our past, my present,
as well as my hope for the future.
It is a journal about loving, and laughing, and life.
The bright sunshine spots of the day
And the darkness of sorrow during the night.
My kids are grown ... grandkids are growing up ...
Rick is gone now ...
I find myself alone in this widow walk,
and yet, never quite alone - for many walk this path, too.
What started as a way to keep in touch with family & friends as life traveled us along the roads,
and evolved into a sharing of blatant honesty as we moved thru the darkness of cancer & kidney disease,
Has now become a story of my journey thru grief ...
A story of learning ME without him ...
A story of learning to let my "Soul Shine" ...
Learning how to just "Let It Be" ...
And a realization of the Truth that "The God of Angel Armies is always with me"
So grab a cup of coffee ....
or a glass of tea -
and come stroll thru these pages.
Hopefully you will find something to make you smile,
perhaps something that will encourage and inspire you
along your own life's journey.
No matter how badly your heart is broken -
the world doesn't stop.
Even tho we want it to, at times.
Life goes on.
We breathe in ...
and we breathe out ...
One moment at a time ...
What has become my shoebox these days
A snapshot of sorts for my life.
Everything in my life has changed over the years
since I started this website.
In these pages you will read about our past, my present,
as well as my hope for the future.
It is a journal about loving, and laughing, and life.
The bright sunshine spots of the day
And the darkness of sorrow during the night.
My kids are grown ... grandkids are growing up ...
Rick is gone now ...
I find myself alone in this widow walk,
and yet, never quite alone - for many walk this path, too.
What started as a way to keep in touch with family & friends as life traveled us along the roads,
and evolved into a sharing of blatant honesty as we moved thru the darkness of cancer & kidney disease,
Has now become a story of my journey thru grief ...
A story of learning ME without him ...
A story of learning to let my "Soul Shine" ...
Learning how to just "Let It Be" ...
And a realization of the Truth that "The God of Angel Armies is always with me"
So grab a cup of coffee ....
or a glass of tea -
and come stroll thru these pages.
Hopefully you will find something to make you smile,
perhaps something that will encourage and inspire you
along your own life's journey.
No matter how badly your heart is broken -
the world doesn't stop.
Even tho we want it to, at times.
Life goes on.
We breathe in ...
and we breathe out ...
One moment at a time ...
To share respect, honor and gratitude to our military, click on the flag.
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Thank you for your support and kind words of encouragement.
There are moments when I wonder about keeping this site going ...
and then you come along and let me know it is the right thing to do.
Thank you!
There are moments when I wonder about keeping this site going ...
and then you come along and let me know it is the right thing to do.
Thank you!
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Rick told me that I was his Yellow Rose of Texas.
I miss the sound of his voice as he sang. The feel of his arms as he stood behind me and held me close. The smell of his breath as he lay his head on my shoulder. The touch of his fingers as he moved my hair from my neck. The soft and gentle kiss in that small spot between my neck & shoulder. Oh how I miss that man! |
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This is the absolute reason for this website.
From the beginning. To now. Always. No matter what. |
