Author R.A. Bridges, Corrie's Mom
Today, I write with a story from darkness to light, being defined to re-defining, and uncertain fear to enlightenment. I acknowledge that I'm not always strong through my journey with grief; that the laughter and comedy, which is my usual medicine, aren't always a cure. I hope with anyone's journey through grief you know that… Continue reading Ways to Find Light in Grief
... but for the first time in a long time, my daughter, Corrie, visited me in a dream. Corrie's visit settled my soul.
We were made to step out of the sand rather than be stepped upon in the sand.
I saw the tears in Daddy's eyes, and Hayes hugged his Papa. For my father to acknowledge Hayes's losses was a powerful moment for both of them. Another adult, besides his parents, verbally spoke with him about his losses.
When the darkest hour was not done and the mud feel from the mountain, yes, I slid. The tears came, and my anger, without a mercy for which a Christian sinner prays, set ablaze for those who demanded when they'd received. I collapsed upon the green shores where you once played and asked for such stories of mine. Then your father came home with your brother, and found me quiet ...
Wednesday was the first day I'd felt happy, since May 26, 2020. While I'd experienced moments of contentment, bittersweet joy, or laughed; I'd been divorced from happiness for a while. As Hayes and I went to school, Danger Zone came on the radio.
When people take vows for marriage, we nailed the "in sickness," we earned the badge with "or poorer," and death--while the vow is meant for the couple--will not divide us now.
This is the second in a six part blog series about goodbye. In times of tragedy, friends and family say more with goodbye than we could ever imagine. With her final goodbye, Corrie busted up my walls I'd built around me over a period of six years. Corrie was a more social creature than I… Continue reading With my Goodbye, Mom, Your Walls will Fall Down
I wrote some meaningful poems during that time.
I wrote some crappy, thirteen-year-old blow your nose in notebook paper poems.
From my education blog that I started in January, I have a word or more about things teachers need to hear now. via Things Every Teacher Needs to Hear
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