Shoes
Nothing dramatic happened, nothing crazy; just some rain, some shoes, and a mother and daughter spending time together.
Articles that I have written myself
Nothing dramatic happened, nothing crazy; just some rain, some shoes, and a mother and daughter spending time together.
These names aren’t just names, but they are true representations of their inner souls.
The stages of grief truly waver. The denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance wait in line, to take their turn.
It is almost like time is moving around us, and I feel like we are stuck in the same, repeating reel.
Is this an emotion that simply cannot be understood, unless you have lived in my shoes?