It Comes Out Of Nowhere

Do You Ever Find -


Here I Am -


What You See Is Not What You Get - Or Is It ?


Is It A Lie ?


My Heart - 
  My Empty Heart
  My Full Heart 


People Tell Me


People Think


What Was Your Dream ?


Have You Always ?


So, For How Much Is One Supposed To Be Grateful ?


I Promise


What Would You ?


Does It Really Matter ?


If It Weren't For -


How Is It ?  


Some Of You Have Told Me 


I Want To Be


Trying To Figure It Out


It Doesn't Do Any Good


If It Was Me


If It Was You


There Are Just Too Many 


Marian Cecelia Neill DuPriest - A Broken Mother


I Would Love To Be


It Has Been Brought To My Attention


Not Everyone Has


What Is It


It Just So Happens


What Would You Give Up ?


All of the above are titles for posts that crossed my mind last night --
I would run from the bedroom and jot down a title on one of my many yellow lined tablets -- As you can tell, there was a lot of running and jotting --- but that is as far as I got --- Titles ---


We went to The Orchard ( a beautiful outdoors setting with live music on Wednesday nights ) last night. I was fine, just fine, and then out of nowhere ---- that tight feeling in my gut that slowly made it's way up to my heart and then to my eyes. My throat stuck --- you know the feeling --- the tightness that makes you know if you don't stop dead in the tracks of what you are saying, the tears are going to spill. My husband knows what is happening --- when I stop mid sentence. I would try to get a hold and thought I had and oops --- there it was again. He asked me if I knew what triggered it --- I thought ---
Yes, it was definitely remembering this email I received four days ago ---


CeCe I just heard about Amber. I am so sorry that her life was ended in such a tragic way. You were always there for her as a mother, mentor and partner. When she spoke of you in front of me, you were her hero. I hope hearing that brings you some peace. I am sure she did not relate that view as of recently, even though I am sure if she had gotten help she would have told you that. Chandler is the bright light in all of this. He is a gift from God. Trust God's path and you will find peace. You are in my prayers. 




It was the hero words ---
You see, I felt this from my daughter --- not always, certainly, but sometimes, and for a mother to ever feel this --
 regardless of the pain, 
regardless of the drugs,
 regardless of the conning, 
regardless of the mental illness ----
 there was a connection --- 
and I loved her and she loved me ---
and it is that connection,
regardless of how brief
 or how betrayed by ugliness,
that I grieve - 


I don't know who made the comment -- 
There was no name which was identifiable
If it was you --- Thank You -- If you make another comment, please let me know your name--


And if it was not you ---
Thank You, too  --- for if you are reading these lines --- you are sharing in my being and my healing path and it means more than you know ---------------------------------------