Waves of Grief



It can be frustrating when those big waves of grief threaten to engulf you. You have to allow them to wash over you and try your best to keep on swimming.That's what I'm trying to do.

I am writing something every day for the Yeah Write NoMo Challenge for November. http://yeahwrite.me/november-2015/

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  1. Debbie D. November 19, 2015 at 4:38 PM

    One day at a time, Cathy. ((HUGS)) Over time, those waves will become less frequent. Take good care of yourself and please know that others care about you as well. ♥

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  2. UnknownNovember 19, 2015 at 5:18 PM

    Hi, Cathy. I just found you through yeahnomo. Lovely picture above and yes, keep on swimming. I enjoyed your bio over in the sidebar. I sing 2nd alto, too. :)

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    1. UnknownNovember 20, 2015 at 2:35 AM

      Thanks so much for dropping by my blog, Jennifer. Kind of you. I appreciate the kind words, too. That photo above is of the Atlantic Ocean in Cape Breton, a place my mom adored. I sure miss her and the pain of loss is still very recent as she died on Monday very suddenly. That's fun that you are a second alto as well and sing in a choir. I must go check out your blog, too.

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  3. ChocolattezNovember 20, 2015 at 6:01 AM

    if words could help, you have mine... if prayers,you have mine....if thoughts, you have mine.. .... ...hugs and love..

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