On the edge looking down, it seems so far to fall take a deep breath close your eyes spread your wings and fly fly to hope, tomorrow’s child waiting on the sun to rise waiting on a future moon life will not wait for you
I lost my husband to suicide in June of 2006. This is my journey through the deep valley of grief with all its anger, denial, guilt, and pain.
It is also my struggle to embrace the future and allow myself to live and love happily, again.
As if that is not enough, this is where I indulge my need to create, with words, the ideas that irritate me like a splinter, until I get them out.