Tag: love
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Consider it Sold
It wasn’t the home I grew up in. It wasn’t even a place I’d spent the majority of my life in, but it was still “home”. Why? Because it was her home and she loved it. It feels like losing another piece of her, and it doesn’t seem like there are very many pieces left.
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“What if it is her last…”
The firsts. But not the good kind of “firsts”. The firsts that come after someone dies. First birthdays, Christmas. Anniversaries. Everything feels so empty and hollow. No one really knows what to say or how to feel. Much like having kids, there isn’t really a book on how to deal with all of this (there…
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August One Word: Trust & the Penguitorium
I am a little behind… But that’s okay. Sometimes, life happens. Gone are my days of stressing myself over it. I also decided I was handling this all wrong. I should write only about the words that spark interest or passion in me. It doesn’t have to be daily, and why assign an exact date…
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What’s in a Name?
I saw it today. Printed in black on the sepia paper and it glared at me. I tried to force myself to look at it and my breath caught in my throat. I always loved her name, but seeing it printed there, on that terrible textured paper, my name emblazoned across the top, was like…
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August: One word journaling (August 1&2)
I would like to get going with writing again, and while I’ve been paper journaling, I haven’t taken the time to write here. I am looking to “Ordinary & Happy” on Facebook for inspiration. A few weeks ago, they posted a one-word journaling prompt for the month of August that resonated with me. It invoked…
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The Banana Counter
I had a moment today. When I was in the Sobey’s in Spruce Grove, I realized, as I stood there in the bakery department, that I hadn’t been there since before my mom died. It was her local grocery store, and the one that she preferred. It was smaller and quieter than the other stores in…
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The Mom shaped hole
It is Mother’s Day. Many have sent me their thoughts and well wishes as this is the ‘first’ Mother’s Day without Mom – a day that is evidently harder than most. Except that it isn’t. Not really. Friday was worse. Friday was my sister’s birthday. We went for lunch. Without Mom. We had coffee and…
