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My wish is to give peace, comfort, and hope to those on earth grieving the loss of a loved one.💙

09/27/2026

my mather prayers
save my life

09/27/2026

i wish

09/19/2026

Missing you, Dad and Mom, beyond words

09/19/2026

"Healing means letting go of who you thought you'd be."

09/16/2026

You don't have to be positive all the time. You just have to be real.

09/16/2026

You don't have to forgive and forget, just heal and move forward.

07/16/2026

A tender, ethereal silhouette of a mother cradling her young child close to her chest is rendered in soft, misty shades of pale lavender and white. The figures appear almost cloud-like, blending gently into the peaceful, glowing atmosphere.

The incredibly soft, dreamlike rendering of the mother and child captures the timeless warmth of maternal security. It speaks to the feeling that no matter how much time passes or how old we grow, we are never truly prepared to let go of the arms that first held us.

No matter the season of life, the heart of a child always longs for the safety of a mother's embrace. The truth is, I was never going to be ready to say goodbye to the very person who brought me into the light. I close my eyes and try to recall the exact warmth of being held by you, letting that memory wrap around me on the days when the chill of your absence feels too heavy to bear.

— Memories of You

07/03/2026

I climb up to the rooftop, past the clouds,
where one small cardinal waits along the edge,
and underneath this moon that glows so proud,
I think the thought that always finds its ledge.
You should be here. It comes at every turn,
in ordinary moments, small and plain,
a quiet thought that never fades or burns
out, but simply lingers like the rain.
No matter what I'm doing, where I roam,
the thought arrives, familiar, soft, and true,
as if some part of me still walks back home
expecting still to find a place for you.
The moon hangs full above the drifting haze,
and I sit here, alone but not quite so,
because this bird beside me seems to stay,
a small reminder you're not far below.
I carry you through every single day,
through every task, through every fleeting scene,
and though I've learned new ways to live, to stay,
I still believe you should be in between.
So here I sit, beneath this quiet light,
still thinking you belong here, every night.
— Moments Without You

07/03/2026

One flower blooms along the quiet shore,
pink against the fog that hides the rest,
and I stand wondering, like so many times before,
if you can feel how much I miss you, still, unrest.
The water holds your image, soft and pale,
a mirror of the light I cannot touch,
and in this silence, thick as any veil,
I wonder if you know I miss you much.
There is no answer waiting in the mist,
no letter folded gently in my hand,
just questions I will carry, like a list
of everything I never got to say.
The lotus glows alone here in the fog,
a single light in water calm and wide,
and I stand here, uncertain, like a log
adrift, still wondering what you know inside.
Maybe you feel it somehow, soft and true,
this endless missing tangled deep in me,
maybe the fog itself belongs to you,
a way of staying close I cannot see.
I still wonder, standing at this shore —
do you know how much I love you, evermore?
— Moments Without You

07/03/2026

My son holds up a flower made of light,
too young to understand the dark around,
while somewhere high above, one blossom bright
still glows, though you are nowhere to be found.
I was never ready, not one bit,
for the quiet that would follow after you,
for teaching him alone, for holding it —
this weight of raising him without you too.
He doesn't know the fullness of what's gone,
just that the light feels warm inside his hands,
and I stand watching, learning to be strong,
in darkness neither one of us has planned.
Some nights I watch him sleeping, small and free,
and wonder what he'll carry, what he'll keep,
of you, of us, of who we used to be,
before this darkness settled in so deep.
But even here, surrounded by the black,
this small light in his hands refuses fear,
and though I know that you are not coming back,
I raise him gently, certain you are near.
I was never ready — still I'm not —
but love like yours could never be forgot.
— Moments Without You

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