I know life isn't perfect. It's not supposed to be. No one ever said it was. But good grief. You know that old saying "When God closes one door He opens another"? Yeah well whatever..... I'm not only having doors closed on me, they're being slammed in my face, apparently breaking my neck 🤣🤣🤣. In… Continue reading Mirror Image
Is it weird that I feel guilty about listening to new songs? I do. I feel so guilty. I almost hate flipping through the channels because I'm afraid to hear a new song and like it. It makes my heart pound. It's not fair. He doesn't get to enjoy them. He doesn't get to make… Continue reading The Wrong Turn
Four. Today is four months since I've felt your warm face. Summer has gone. Fall has begun. We made it through a major holiday, Thanksgiving. Can you believe I talked Daniel into going to a NFL game? Him, Adrianna and Zeagan actually enjoyed themselves. Oh Zane you KNOW there's no way I could have drug… Continue reading Four
Facebook, oh dear Facebook. I have a love/hate relationship with Facebook. I love to read my morning 'news paper' and catch up on the latest gossip and see what's going on. I also truely love seeing my friends beautiful families. But. I'm jealous. I'm so so jealous. Here's where the hate part of Facebook comes… Continue reading Thankful?
About a two months ago I firmly decided to not decorate for Christmas. I was determined to pretend Christmas wasn't approaching. Guess what...it's coming. Crap. Christmas. The one holiday Zane loved. And I mean loved. But the funny thing about Christmas was that in the past several years Zane couldn't decide what he wanted. He… Continue reading Before you were born…
"And when I'm gone just carry on don't mourn, Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice, just know that, I'm lookin' down on you smilin' And I didn't feel a thing so baby, don't feel no pain, just smile back." I'm about to be as real as Eminem is in his songs.… Continue reading Wake the monsters under my bed please
I'm sitting at a restaurant table across from Zane holding his hands. I tell him I love him. He tells me he loves me too and smiles and looks away. I wake up. Damn. That smile. Those beautiful eyes. That voice. That hair. He looks so much like me, like I'm looking in a mirror.… Continue reading Rock bottom is pretty far down there