the art of grief: grief and being alone and afraid

how did i get here?

my husband, my beautiful Dragon, died suddenly at 12:03 AM on 9 February 2009. there was a cold, lovely full moon and 3 feet of snow on the ground. i "slept" for the following 10 months and "woke" to the physical and emotional pain and torments of deep grief. i "woke" to find i had moved the day of his funeral and that i am lost. i am looking for me while i figure out the abstract, unanswerable questions that follow behind any death. my art has evolved. his death changed that as well because i am forever changed and will forever bear the mark of losing the only man i can ever love.

there is alive and there is dead and there is a place in between. i am here wholly in my heart for my children, but i feel empty inside at this time. i miss him. i have not gotten very far in my grief journey. i make no apologies for this.

this is my place, my blog, where i write to tell the universe that i am still here.

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Sunday, October 13, 2013

the answer was "no."

update on the living thing - on the rent going up and i hope i can save myself living situation thing.

their answer was "no."

Bunny has to try and get this all figured out, but she's not alone. she's got the best friends there ever could be with her, staying by her side through shattered dreams and tear-filled nights.

that's more than a lot of others get to have.

but she knows, oh, Bunny knows that

life isn't going to be kind to her;

not just yet.

*sigh*

how did i get here?

Sunday, October 13, 2013

the answer was "no."

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