My Soul Called Life ©ღk With Sleepinsidemysoul

no one will come to save you but some will offer you their hand to hold when life gets tough and those are the ppl that matter

my sister and i did this as kids…..always got grounded, wish Dad and Mom were around to explain the ”no body contact” thing that we got grounded for 

Today it is 8 years and I’m missing you as I always do ❤️k

lovely imagery

I had that poetry book… I think I gave it to my mom for safe keeping.. Love this!

I miss this…my mom playing classical music, my sister playing songs from musicals, me playing songs that neither of them approved of…go figure. my son playing Radiohead and drumming the music of his time..older son playing the cello, my grandfather and son playing the coronet……I miss the music my home grew up with …time goes forward, all the same…memories remain even when all those times change.   …no one can take my memories away.    ღk   

still brings tears to my eyes……18 years later   😖

This is so beautiful and so very thoughtful @zumbamami69 ❤️ I am making my way back slowly and a bit inconsistently but this last week I missed being me and to honor my mom, she made me promise to continue writing and therefore I did. This touched my heart and soul and I thank you with both my friend 💋

written to me from @zumbamam69 after Abraham Hicks’ post

Sometimes, the best way to help someone is just to be near them. Veronica Roth ~🌹 When you are sad and grieving.. being near someone dear that comforts you …in a certain way seems to help save your life as you feel arms holding you close within the warmth and caring of their embrace …feeling the rhythm of his/her heartbeat regenerating yours …I missed that more than I could ever have imagined after my mom’s passing this last month…I survived …and remained strong… Missing the comfort we as humans desire in times of turmoil does not make us weak.. it merely reminds us of choices we’ve made along the way that either separated us from the ones we left behind or as we make our way back reclaiming our lives ..we become aware of our poor choices…sometimes just being close by would have been wonderful…you learn so much about a person’s character(or lack therefore) when you need them the most. And in so many ways they are not there. Yet in so many ways …they could have been. Live, learn, and let your gypsy soul continue to be free …after all, it’s a choice as well … Nothing is perfect, expected or even yours, in the first place ღk

My mom worked there ~*🖤*~ k