It’s Sunday! Time to kick back, relax, and admire nature such as a beautiful butterfly or a fresh breeze that can do wonders for the soul .
To me one of the most relaxing things is to sit outside when there is a breeze. I’ll even close my eyes and just focus on it. There is something about it that is so comforting, not only to provide coolness when it’s hot out, but comfort for the soul.
Today is the second anniversary of my sister’s death and I remember when a breeze (and a butterfly) comforted me when I was grieving the loss. I wrote a poem about it.
The Butterfly and the Breeze
Their beautiful and colorful wings
Take them high and low, they are free
Fluttering all around us
It is not an uncommon thing to see
But I know on this one day
It was not just a butterfly
In my confusion and dismay
It was my sister stopping by
It’s Sunday! A time to kick back, relax, and reflect.
Many of you know about the loss of my sister. This has been a tough week, going to work, trying to act as if everything is fine. Our family has not had time for closure because we haven’t yet had the funeral. We plan to have it this week, maybe this will help a little.
I wrote a poem for today expressing some feelings I have been having through all of this and have heard other people express they felt when they lost a loved one. I hope you enjoy it.
THE WORLD DOESN’T STOP
The world is so busy
The world is so fast
Treating life like a race
How quickly time is passed
Then one day comes
When you receive a call
That one of your loved ones is gone
And now your heart takes a fall
So your race takes a pause
You put the brakes on the spinning top
You look around and wonder
Why doesn’t the rest of the world stop?Continue reading →
This is a bit of a different Tuesday Tale. It’s about a human being, but it’s also about a dog she loved.
Our family received some devastating news this past weekend. My sister passed away at only 53 years old. Her name was Lisa.
We are still on an emotional roller coaster and still have the funeral to come. I considered skipping this Tuesday’s Tale post, but writing is a healing thing for me, an outlet.
My sister was very sick, although her death was still unexpected. She had a hard time taking care of herself, let alone a dog. But when her friend would visit she would bring this little dog with. The dog would stay with my sister often while the family had various things going on and it seems Lisa had fallen in love with this little dog named Eli.