Dear Richard, How is your life beyond the veil? What is it like? Do you think of me? Do you remember me? I remember that night, lying on your beanbag, the $300 dog bed you called it, with Sophie. I don’t know why I did that, but it felt comfortable like you were hugging me….
Category: grief
What’s the Point
Today is one of those days that I wallow in self-pity Anger, sadness, I give up, what’s the point I remember a necklace a couple of friends gave me shortly after Richard passed, it says Never Quit I remember the night I knelt by my bed sobbing, asking God to help me, give me strength…
Monkey Mind
No more monkeys jumping on the bed SHOULD be, please, no more monkeys chatting in my head!!! Last night, I journaled, not because I felt the need to, but because of the 100-day project, my project a minimum of 30 minutes every day in my art room. I didn’t feel like painting yesterday at all,…
Mind Chatter
She sits in her chair looking out the window Today is one of those days she feels life is passing her by She sees people riding their bikes, The morning walking groupCars drive by She gets a text. It’s a neighbor. Can you take our garbage cans out,we are headed to Monterey for a few…
Morning Pages
From Morning Pages 1/29/2021 (the dark night has turned into a gray cloud and my sweet Sophie is still with me) Dear friendI am so tired of tryingI miss my old lifeI miss my husband My Sophie girl is aging and her limbs are slowly giving out on herI am scared and angry to have…
Marsha's Voice 