NOBODY TOLD ME
Nobody told me,
how often I would see your face,
then blink and see another instead.
Nobody told me,
that trying to recall the exact sound of your laugh,
would keep me awake at night.
Nobody told me,
that I would reach for my phone so often,
to heartbreakingly put it back down again.
Nobody told me,
that you were my moon and my sun,
my reason and my way,
my morning and my night.
Nobody told me,
that your life would feel like a movie I made up in my head,
that I would seek out others who had seen it too,
just to feel you there for a moment.
Nobody told me that food would lose taste,
that air would lack oxygen,
that I would miss you,
this much.
I miss you,
this much.
Nobody told me.
Donna Ashworth
Celebrating 67 years of marriage between my mom and dad. Their love and commitment to each other is a shining example of what marriage should be. Happy Anniversary 🌹☕️🍰
She has two faces.
One face that she shows the world, loved ones, and in public.
The smiling one.
The happy, friendly, and talkative one.
The confident one full of laughter and positivity.
The face that everyone is used to.
The second face is the real face.
The one she tries not to show anyone.
The face behind closed doors, when she’s alone away from the world, in the security of her own emotions that she doesn’t want to show anyone else or have to explain them.
It’s exhausting trying to look happy and like nothing is bothering you.
The face that stares off at nothing or patterns on the floor or drapes.
The face that cries in the shower, in bed, car rides alone, cries sitting on the couch, or doing things around for house.
The sad face that stares back at her in the mirror and looks nothing like she used to be.
Well to her anyway. Others say she looks the same. The face that looks strong to the people she knows, but is really just shards of broken glass inside.
Yes, the girl that was there for everyone, and strong for others..is now split into two.
Two faces, one broken spirit.
She can’t bear the losses.
It feels like a chapter of a wonderful book closed never to be open again.
All she has are memories and visions in her head that she plays over and over.
Nothing is the same to her.
Everything is different. She can’t cope with daily life, her Doctor said. So she writes to help herself, and she has her two faces.
What’s funny is, the sad face is the face worth a thousand words underneath in the depths of complexity.
While the happy face full of laughter, love, positiveness, and fun..is a straight shooter.”
-️ Michele McKenna
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Wishing a Happy 50th Birthday to my Amor Jaime (aka Pelon)! May God bless you with many more years. Thank you for your dedication to our family and for being a hardworking provider. I'm always ready for adventures with you. Like I say, we're a gang, only one way out 🤣. Hope you Enjoy your special day, Amor.
Today is 18 Months that you have left us and i will always cry for you and will always grieve you i miss you more and more each day days go by and months go by and i still Ask Why Why You I miss your voice your smilie your laughter i am not the same person anymore I am A mother who hurts and my heart is still shattered into a million pieces intey to smilie but the ache and pain that i ahve it’s impossible to be happy knowing your never coming home.😭💔 My sweet Emilie Noelle 1-18-03 🌹12-5-2022 #grieving#grievingmydaughterinheaven😭😭😭#grievingmom#grievingjourney#childlossgrief#childlosstomurder#grievingmydaughterforever#griefandloss#childlossgrieving
