Digital drawing and poem by MJSword
The irony of this website is that life isn't always pretty. In fact, too often it sucks and makes no sense.
It is hard to understand how a person you love has the capacity to punch you in the face. The loss of innocence, trust and hope hurt far worse than my black eye and stitches. Those enduring wounds became fertile ground for my spiritual core, which refuses to stay buried forever.
You can walk away.
Loss has many faces. How do you deal with its ugliness? Fight, flee, transform?
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Loving a deceased person has its challenges. And its blessings.
There is power in the group.
There is power in the solo.
There is power in the yes.
They say it is never too late to apologize. Will forgiveness, understanding, and acceptance make a difference? We can hope.