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Hiraeth
Long before I met that shy boy with the crooked smile, I realized I’ve always had a gypsy soul. I never really established roots in any place for too long and therefore, I never experienced homesickness. But then I met a broken soul who was more broken than I was. Our broken pieces fit together in ways we never thought possible. He became my home. He became my roots. In these past 5 years since his death, I find myself empty. I’m always searching the sea of faces for him. I’m always searching my surroundings for signs of him. I honestly feel like an abandoned boat out at sea that…
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What Dreams May Come
As I was sitting there in the dark this morning before dawn, I stared out at the dense fog and had the sudden urge to cry. I don’t know what triggered it. Perhaps because it’s been a while since I’ve had a dream of him. My favorite dreams were those where I knew that he was gone even though he was there right in front of me. I knew in my dream that this was just a dream. A visitation. But it still felt real because I could reach out and touch his face. I knew not to say anything for fear I would wake up. So I soaked it…
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Relaunch!
Hi all! With the new year and with all the craziness we’ve experienced in 2020, I felt the urge to relaunch my blog site. In the same fashion as before, I hope my words and thoughts and revelations will help other young widows. Please feel free to share with others!