Musings

Next week is my daughter's anniversary of her passing away.  Where did time go?  I have spent the last eight years of my life trying to live, and didn't notice the passing of time.  It doesn't mean that I don't care; on the contrary.  Much of those things have involved working on my grief by doing things for my daughter.  Her blog and her facebook page are just two examples.  My friend who also lost a child to suicide has been very busy carrying my daughter's name around on her mission to spread awareness of suicide.  I have been blessed with angel mothers who, along with prayer and meditation, give me strength to go on and live without my child.  She would've been 30 years old this year.  Wow.  Seems like an eternity.  My baby girl, 30 yrs old in heaven.  So I get to carry on without you, keeping your daughter's image in my heart of hearts.  She is so much of you, so much like you.  And I feel blessed to be here.  And I will see you again one day.  And knowing that makes everything alright.  Until then, may God hold you in the palm of his hand, dear child....   -Mom