second post in the trilogy of loss


My baby left the building, more than just physically and before he actually moved out.  And in the losing of him perhaps I found something of me. That’s not an acceptable cost, though the personal change is positive – I’m fairly certain.

More reflective, less judgemental, more compassionate, no expectations.  Subdued and solitary.  Soft heart, strong strong protection instinct. I see me in the mirror these days. I don’t even know who used to be there.

Be grateful for what you have, and be kind to others – everyone is going through something.


to my darling boy

when you’re ready come on home

let’s repair hearts


here’s the first post 

and, what’s this all about?