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.
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. 💛
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
Let them blow a way when their season in your life has changed. Let them fall into place when the puzzle pieces need rearranged. Let them decide it’s time to leave for good and walk out the door. Let them love you like you’ve never known love before. Let them grow in a different direction… Continue reading Let Them
Not a single day passes without a memory of you. A smile or a laugh, or a ‘what the hell would he do?’ I’ve heard a thousand stories about your kind and amazing soul. And even more of your silliness and you acting a fool. Strangers have told me endless stories of who you were.… Continue reading Fifteen Years & You’re Still Forever Young, Poppa. 🌙
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