Saturday, January 28, 2012




That is the number of blog posts I've written since he died.

In them, my shock, love, pain, perseverance, setbacks, growth, knowledge, and life have been encapsulated.

People have asked me how I'm able to write each week.

Sometimes I'm not sure.

Sometimes it's been the only thing to keep me going.

And right now...I just don't have anything to say.

It's kind of like sitting in a silent need it to just absorb...reflect. To take it all in.

So I'm taking in the things around one: the past four years of writing since his death. The comments and encouragement from others that my mind's crazy ramblings are shared, and understood, and enough.

So 143...I will end it with a thank you and a period and a smile.


“I meant to write about death, only life came breaking in as usual.”
-Virginia Woolf


  1. Sometimes there are no words, but when I saw the 143 I was reminded of the lighthouse signal for I Love You...which is maybe that's all you needed to say...thank you for sharing!

  2. Just being in the moment, with no thoughts to interfere, just grateful acceptance of what we were able to share.


  3. Loved the Virginia Woolf Quote -
    as it should be - space to breathe.
    We all need that.

  4. Thank you Taryn. May life continue to break in on you.

    1. So cut of youre blogg for shari .and there are so manyo for you too;.thanks.