A couple of weeks ago, I met Bonnie Jansen, a primary school teacher and trained play therapist. She has developed the DAG-box (Goodbye-box), a beautiful box filled with 44 wooden miniature figures. 1,023 more words
Tags » Mourning
A shooting star, a fleeting moment, a blinding light and then, well then it’s gone.
Things always seem to keep me on my toes. Life is literally the craziest ride I have ever been on and as I am finding my peace and my happiness, there is a crashing moment that takes my breath away, a moment that makes me second guess so much in life and makes my heart ache for my friends and family back home that I find it difficult to function. 333 more words
i’m convinced that one of the reasons we’re down here on this messy planet, this planet that sometimes feels overpopulated with goons and wise guys, is that on occasion, as we mill about among the masses and misfits, we run into the occasional breathtaking specimen from whom we will undoubtedly learn a thing or three. 1,041 more words
Here is one of the worst things about having someone you love die:
It happens again every single morning.
With the upcoming anniversaries of the deaths of both my mother and my best friend a few years ago, I have found myself ruminating on the concept of death, of grief and mourning. 831 more words