the hole is still there in my heart like a cannonball shot through and left only enough heart for me to survive to live how can a hole be so very heavy? difficult to hold difficult to carry through a day or a week, a month, a year to live today, this hole has been part of me for two long years two blurry years edges healed a bit edges healing still to live but still the hole remains i dress with it eat with it, sleep with it i hate the hole, but it's the only part of him that remains Rest in Peace, my Love. |
©2012 Tiffany Reed |
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
The Hole
R.I.P. HDR
This blog entry is dedicated in loving memory of my darling husband, the great love of my life, who passed on to another realm on the morning of January 31st, 2010. He was one of the most compassionate men I have ever met. He was full of thought and full of laughter, both in good measure. My memories of him are countless, both small and large, and are with me every day. He showed me the real meaning of unconditional love, and taught me how to truly live in the moment. |
Monday, January 30, 2012
Sunday, January 29, 2012
Arrr! Thar be pirates!
Saturday, January 28, 2012
Curious Kitty
Friday, January 27, 2012
Mortar
Thursday, January 26, 2012
We don't go down there
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
HHR
Monday, January 23, 2012
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Vintage lighting
Saturday, January 21, 2012
Friday, January 20, 2012
Bathroom door
Thursday, January 19, 2012
Antique wallpaper
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
The Cat in the Hat
Monday, January 16, 2012
Sunday, January 15, 2012
Saturday, January 14, 2012
Blankets & pillows & bears! Oh, my!
Friday, January 13, 2012
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Stalker decoy
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Kenyon Street
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Monday, January 9, 2012
Sunday, January 8, 2012
Saturday, January 7, 2012
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