The Face Across

Monday, July 4, 2011

I miss the rhythm of my life...

Posted by Sean at 1:10 AM

Crash Course Widow

A bit of a down yo - Rachael over at Life with Hannah and Lily often describes her bouts of bad days as a "down yo" or her good as an "up yo." Her older daughter, Hannah, drown...
6 years ago
Tunnel Vision

Slaying the Dragons - “You really are lucky” I hear the words, over and over. I believe them too, knowing full well that this could be worse. Most days, I am thankful. I repeat ...
6 years ago
Widow Chick

Chapter One: Wish You Were Here - *My inspiration for this book came from a question I still ask myself and one that many widows have asked me throughout the years:* *"I wonder what my hu...
7 years ago
Purple

It has been quite a while... - I am not doing as well as I had hoped I would this far out, 3+ years. While I am feeling empowered for things I have done on my own, bought a car, totaled ...
10 years ago
Fresh Widow

Awkward: A conversation in year 6 of widowhood - First grade assignment. (She's a much better writer now.)You might think I'd end up in fewer awkward conversations at almost seven years after my husband ...
11 years ago
Split-Second Single Father

On What I Will (and Won't) Miss - A Reflection - When I began writing on this site, I decided that I wasn’t going to be one of those widowers that stopped writing when he entered a new, serious relatio...
11 years ago

Sean: a canyon is formed from a trickle of water that turns into a thriving river...it flows across the rock with power and grace...and over time the river shapes the canyon making it beautiful and powerful...eventually nature takes that river and the canyon looks and feels incredibly empty, but it was still created by the presence of that exquisite river...every part of it was touched by those surging waters...every part of that canyon holds the memory of those waters in it's walls...I feel incredibly empty, but Susan's love flowed over me and shaped me...and that will never change...her grace and beauty was absorbed into my very soul...I am now and forever transformed by her love...Susan Marie...you made me the man that I could be...your love was kind and gentle and beautiful like a subtle river that seems to continue forever...flows endlessly and will never stop...

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