thinking of my mom on her birthday today. The beauty and grace she left remains along with her vacancy. It’s a soft pain I carry silently. But all is temporary except for love.
You don’t need to read the rest, I’m just venting.
It’s weird because it’s been a year, and I have only just begun to mourn. Sometimes it hits me all at once and sometimes it’s a light breeze. I’m still so disoriented in this version of outcome. I know there are so many people grieving different types of losses and grief and it’s complexities challenge us to go deeper into our own existence.
Everything feels brutally incomplete without her. A deep friendship with my mother pulls me into heaven with her sometimes searching in dreams, listening to the wind, humming through the garden…unable to locate her I just accept reality. Everyone gives solace through quotes and guidances but it’s all a tool that doesn’t fit the job. My life with her was an epic journey, finished too soon. I live for her now but always reaching outside of the barriers.
Today, maybe just for a moment, look around and try and find a place to exist and appreciate that existence. We are all having a human experience, and that’s it. It’s a fleeting thing and we only have the gift of now.
I miss my mom, absolutely and forever. I know she’s standing on the moon or off on some cosmic adventure.
Or, maybe she’s finally a little mushroom growing by the stream, her dream. Sweet dreams in a cabin by the fireplace. The scent of red cedar and roses.
thinking of my mom on her birthday today. The beauty and grace she left remains along with her vacancy. It’s a soft pain I carry silently. But all is temporary except for love.
You don’t need to read the rest, I’m just venting.
It’s weird because it’s been a year, and I have only just begun to mourn. Sometimes it hits me all at once and sometimes it’s a light breeze. I’m still so disoriented in this version of outcome. I know there are so many people grieving different types of losses and grief and it’s complexities challenge us to go deeper into our own existence.
Everything feels brutally incomplete without her. A deep friendship with my mother pulls me into heaven with her sometimes searching in dreams, listening to the wind, humming through the garden…unable to locate her I just accept reality. Everyone gives solace through quotes and guidances but it’s all a tool that doesn’t fit the job. My life with her was an epic journey, finished too soon. I live for her now but always reaching outside of the barriers.
Today, maybe just for a moment, look around and try and find a place to exist and appreciate that existence. We are all having a human experience, and that’s it. It’s a fleeting thing and we only have the gift of now.
I miss my mom, absolutely and forever. I know she’s standing on the moon or off on some cosmic adventure.
Or, maybe she’s finally a little mushroom growing by the stream, her dream. Sweet dreams in a cabin by the fireplace. The scent of red cedar and roses.
thinking of my mom on her birthday today. The beauty and grace she left remains along with her vacancy. It’s a soft pain I carry silently. But all is temporary except for love.
You don’t need to read the rest, I’m just venting.
It’s weird because it’s been a year, and I have only just begun to mourn. Sometimes it hits me all at once and sometimes it’s a light breeze. I’m still so disoriented in this version of outcome. I know there are so many people grieving different types of losses and grief and it’s complexities challenge us to go deeper into our own existence.
Everything feels brutally incomplete without her. A deep friendship with my mother pulls me into heaven with her sometimes searching in dreams, listening to the wind, humming through the garden…unable to locate her I just accept reality. Everyone gives solace through quotes and guidances but it’s all a tool that doesn’t fit the job. My life with her was an epic journey, finished too soon. I live for her now but always reaching outside of the barriers.
Today, maybe just for a moment, look around and try and find a place to exist and appreciate that existence. We are all having a human experience, and that’s it. It’s a fleeting thing and we only have the gift of now.
I miss my mom, absolutely and forever. I know she’s standing on the moon or off on some cosmic adventure.
Or, maybe she’s finally a little mushroom growing by the stream, her dream. Sweet dreams in a cabin by the fireplace. The scent of red cedar and roses.
thinking of my mom on her birthday today. The beauty and grace she left remains along with her vacancy. It’s a soft pain I carry silently. But all is temporary except for love.
You don’t need to read the rest, I’m just venting.
It’s weird because it’s been a year, and I have only just begun to mourn. Sometimes it hits me all at once and sometimes it’s a light breeze. I’m still so disoriented in this version of outcome. I know there are so many people grieving different types of losses and grief and it’s complexities challenge us to go deeper into our own existence.
Everything feels brutally incomplete without her. A deep friendship with my mother pulls me into heaven with her sometimes searching in dreams, listening to the wind, humming through the garden…unable to locate her I just accept reality. Everyone gives solace through quotes and guidances but it’s all a tool that doesn’t fit the job. My life with her was an epic journey, finished too soon. I live for her now but always reaching outside of the barriers.
Today, maybe just for a moment, look around and try and find a place to exist and appreciate that existence. We are all having a human experience, and that’s it. It’s a fleeting thing and we only have the gift of now.
I miss my mom, absolutely and forever. I know she’s standing on the moon or off on some cosmic adventure.
Or, maybe she’s finally a little mushroom growing by the stream, her dream. Sweet dreams in a cabin by the fireplace. The scent of red cedar and roses.
thinking of my mom on her birthday today. The beauty and grace she left remains along with her vacancy. It’s a soft pain I carry silently. But all is temporary except for love.
You don’t need to read the rest, I’m just venting.
It’s weird because it’s been a year, and I have only just begun to mourn. Sometimes it hits me all at once and sometimes it’s a light breeze. I’m still so disoriented in this version of outcome. I know there are so many people grieving different types of losses and grief and it’s complexities challenge us to go deeper into our own existence.
Everything feels brutally incomplete without her. A deep friendship with my mother pulls me into heaven with her sometimes searching in dreams, listening to the wind, humming through the garden…unable to locate her I just accept reality. Everyone gives solace through quotes and guidances but it’s all a tool that doesn’t fit the job. My life with her was an epic journey, finished too soon. I live for her now but always reaching outside of the barriers.
Today, maybe just for a moment, look around and try and find a place to exist and appreciate that existence. We are all having a human experience, and that’s it. It’s a fleeting thing and we only have the gift of now.
I miss my mom, absolutely and forever. I know she’s standing on the moon or off on some cosmic adventure.
Or, maybe she’s finally a little mushroom growing by the stream, her dream. Sweet dreams in a cabin by the fireplace. The scent of red cedar and roses.
Before filming Season 1
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before filming season 3 @thecwwalker
Liam, I love you.💕
Before filming Season 1
vs
before filming season 3 @thecwwalker
Liam, I love you.💕
I’ve been trying to become my favorite parts of my father and mother Bigfoot Country
I’ve been trying to become my favorite parts of my father and mother Bigfoot Country
I’ve been trying to become my favorite parts of my father and mother Bigfoot Country
I’ve been trying to become my favorite parts of my father and mother Bigfoot Country
I’ve been trying to become my favorite parts of my father and mother Bigfoot Country
I’ve been trying to become my favorite parts of my father and mother Bigfoot Country
I’ve been trying to become my favorite parts of my father and mother Bigfoot Country
I’ve been trying to become my favorite parts of my father and mother Bigfoot Country
Grateful for a happy birthday today. Grateful to my parents who gave me this life. Though it is my first birthday without them both, it is a beautiful peace of thought and a gift of a lifetime. If you’re so inclined to want to do something for me today, go spend time doing anything with your family today, or FaceTime them. Use up all the time you can with the ones you love. Believe me, the most meaningful times are treasured in memories and carried beyond our physical realms
♥️🕊
