She's not there

I keep hoping things will get easier, that the hole in my chest will magically heal itself. That Mama MB will be sitting on the couch with her coffee each time I walk through those doors.

Pokey and I brought Papa MB out today for the Christmas parade.  We also went to visit with Mama MB and stopped in by the Kroger.  Not a bad day I'd say, but there is still that empty feeling where ever I go.

- hanging in there

Lost can't mean Forgotten

I've lost some of my favorite things.

I lost them in the "fire".

The "fire" was when all hell broke loose and things went wrong.

These lost items, though only lost to me.

I've no idea what they may be.

I only know they're lost to me.

Lost forever.

I've only an empty shelf where they use to be.

Little trinkets glisten in the back of my head.

Sparkles of light thrown from my lost items.

Lost and never forgotten trinkets of life,

Lovely written letters,

Stories of another time,

Pictures of my favorite friends.

Lost! Misplaced! But Never Forgotten!

-DG

(photo taken here)