simplistic believer. soul searcher. fear conqueror. deep lover. unrealistic dreamer. & forever finding my own voice in this chaotically, beautiful world.
My father. My dad. My poppa. He was, self admittedly, not a saint. He had his flaws and faults and could be short tempered. His younger days were spent careless and even a little reckless. He didn’t always do the “right” thing or follow the law. Some of his life choices could be considered questionable,… Continue reading Every saint has a past. Every sinner has a future.
I met my younger self for a drink at a local hotspot, a virgin drink for her, of course. Something a little stronger for me. Both of us arrived 15 minutes early; that was no surprise—Poppa always said, "If you're on time, you're late; if you're early, you're on time." Sitting across from her felt… Continue reading I met my younger self. . .
Sixteen or four; it doesn’t matter how I count the years Each one passes and some days are still filled with tears What I wouldn’t give for you to call and tell me how much you love me, just once more. Or curl up beside you to watch the Walton’s for the thousandth time- “I… Continue reading Leap Day 💫Forever Young, Poppa.
I’ve written to you so many times. . . Filled a thousand pages with deep letters and even silly rhymes. I still talk to you; out loud & in my head. Some times while I’m driving aimlessly or just lying in my bed. I tell stories about you every chance I can. Of laughter and… Continue reading 12/29/2023 ⭐️ Happy 61st Birthday, Poppa!
Aunt Claud, it’s been three months without you here. . . Three months of missing you, being angry, laughing at the memories, and crying rivers of tears. . . I keep ripping open the scabs on my broken heart but there are some wounds I don’t know that I will ever let heal. I keep… Continue reading Three Months without you, Aunt Claud. 💛
“She’s tough.” I’ve heard that line before. “She’s strong.” They don’t know she breaks down, behind her closed door. “She’s brave.” But if only they really knew. “She’s unstoppable.” They don’t see the hell she’s been through. “She’s wild.” They don’t see the other side. “She’s the life of the party.” She can’t tell them… Continue reading She is me, I am her; I am her, She is me.
Oh Aunt Claud, now who do I yell inappropriate things at from across the street? Who’s gonna tell me over and over - “girl, no grass grows under your feet.” I am so thankful for the stories you always told me of our families time together in the past But I’d give anything to be… Continue reading Oh Aunt Claud. 💛
You see the matching nails and toes The perfectly coordinated shoes and clothes You see the attention to detail with the makeup on my face The hair carefully done with not a single strand out of place. You see the home filled with love and care The fridge filled with drinks and food; ready to… Continue reading Living with Lupus 👿
Oh sweet child; never lose that spark or shine. Never stop looking up, those stars will surely align. Oh sweet child; be bold, be brave, bare your beautiful soul. Don’t push a way those ones who make your life whole. Oh sweet child; you will grow and learn and change more times than you can… Continue reading Oh Sweet Child; Turning 34
You were just young when your world turned gray. Dark clouds set in; every single day. Your world came crashing; it all fell down. Bricks and mortar; they slammed to the ground. Life as you knew it became something dark. Monsters were lurking and they left their mark. And you had no place to call… Continue reading They Pulled You Up
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