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Memorable | Photos Worth A Thousand Words
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Photos Worth A Thousand Words. Join 69 other followers. May 5, 2014. This slideshow requires JavaScript. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out. Blog at WordPress.com. Childr...
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Not Everything Happens For a Reason | Feelings and Faith
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Feelings and Faith (current). Not Everything Happens For a Reason. August 10, 2015. Have you ever found yourself, in the midst of unimaginable grief, pain, heartache, or despair, wondering how you are going to make it through another day? Wondering where your next breath is going to come from? Your world has crumbled beneath you and you are left feeling shattered, empty, and hopeless. And then a well meaning friend or family member comes along and drops the infamous “. Everything happens for a reason.
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Taking a Break | Hope after Suicide
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A time for review. The Eye of the Storm. I have been writing my blog and sharing it with both members and friends on Facebook for over 4 years. I feel strongly that there are those who need the particular words God gives me that week to write. I hate to take a break for medical reasons, and if it is His will, I will be back at my computer, writing again before long. God willing, I will be back . . . soon. Love you, my friends. This entry was posted on November 4, 2016. Bookmark the permalink. Thank you, ...
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Comic relief | Hope after Suicide
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A time for review. The Eye of the Storm. A conversation with God. Lord, You must have a great sense of humor. A tiny, skinny, grey-tiger pipsqueak of a kitten. Odor Eater (Photo credit: greeblie). I must admit, we went bonkers over this kitten. He immediately showed us his tenacity, antics, and his no-nonsense attempt to win us over and it worked. He began to grow and put on weight and soon Pipsqueak. Became “Pipy” for short and it fit his personality to a “T”. How great is our God! Thank You, God. Y...
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The Escalator
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A Bed for My Heart. In Loving Memory Tribute Page. Heart to Heart Project. August 18, 2016. April 14, 2015. Guest post by Jess McCormack. I know I have come far from those dark days in the raw depths of early grief. It has been a hard, hard climb, with many stumbles, shins crashing onto metal, bruised and scarred. But I got up again and again and I am still climbing. But in beauty, in memory, in love. And so I climb, for Maeve, because of Maeve, because I owe it to my baby girl not to give up. Notify me ...
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Hoodwinked . . . again! | Hope after Suicide
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A time for review. The Eye of the Storm. Hoodwinked . . . again! You could call him a villain, but his name is Pippy. He sleeps all day and goes on the prowl at night. Anything with an attractive aroma is fair game. My son calls him Satan. I wouldn’t go that far, but he is full of mischief. One night I forgot to put white chocolate away. Pippy honed in on the aroma of chocolate, which he had never tasted until this caper. Fortunately for him, its consumption did not appear to have an ill effect. When I p...
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The Swift Goodbye | Hope after Suicide
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A time for review. The Eye of the Storm. Sorrows come to stretch our places in the heart for joy. Markham. In Honor of My Son Gone Too Soon. August 21, 1974 August 11, 2005. It’s been over ten years since my son died. Years of reflection have afforded some charity, however there will always be questions without answers. One comes to mind out of the pain of ongoing grief:. 8220;couldn’t I have done that? Meaning, couldn’t I have done all those final tasks to honor my son which others did in my place?
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