She's Gone

You can shed tears that she is gone
or you can smile because she has lived.

You can close your eyes and pray that she'll come back
or you can open your eyes and see all she's left.

Your heart can be empty because you can't see her
or you can be full of the love you shared.

You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday
or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.

You can remember her and only that she's gone
or you can cherish her memory and let it live on.

You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back
or you can do what she'd want: smile, open your eyes, love and go on.

Anonymous

When a baby is destined to die

Jeanne Deibert knew as soon as she saw the ultrasound. Read more...

Don't forget to launch the video.

How Many Children?

At a gathering I was asked how many children I had. I answered, "Five living and a daughter who I lost right before Little One." She asked me how old she was and we had a nice conversation. I was proud to have mentioned my sweet baby girl.

Five minutes later another woman came up to me, complimented me on my children and asked how many I had. Without hesitation I replied, "Five."

In consistency I'm lacking, though in love for my baby girl I never waiver.

Sushi everyone?

Just about every person(adult) I know likes sushi. I don't. Is this odd or does everyone else in the world but me like it?
How about you?
Your friends?

Spring

Out of hiding

I have had such a hard time climbing back up this time. After recovering from a stomach virus, followed by the flu doing its rounds at my house, I got a stomach virus again. Wha...? Why? Oh, that's right...because it's ME! Anyway, right in the midst of it all my moms death flooded in around me like like a dark, heavy, overwhelming cloud. I still can't believe... I guess I just fell into a (seemingly bottomless) pit of depression or sadness or something. Because I'm not good with {{sharing}} my feelings (in real life) I don't think anyone around me knew. It still breaks my heart when I think of her...

My youngest (living) daughter picked the middle of this time to lose her mind. In the process this rebellious, seventeen year old bag of raging hormones with a bionic mouth almost made me lose mine as well. Oh well, c'est la vie.

Now that I can focus again I want to congratulate Niobe for her limerick chick award I love her winning entry!