Good Grief Bad Grief what is the difference?

Good Grief Bad Grief what is the difference?

Friendship & Understanding.

I am sad - I am angry, I am ~ I don't know what I am ~

I wrote to a friend to apologize for not remembering to do something ~ this is what she wrote to back.

Vonna ~ absolutely no apologies necessary; not between us. This is just from my own experience, but I feel the whole grieving process is going on subconsciously and consciously. We go along, living our lives and a thought or a feeling or a scent overtakes us, and we feel such pain; like we've been blindsided. However, I really believe that along with the grieving is the healing that is also going on, even though it may be hard to perceive. Does this sound like psychobabble? I don't mean it to. If you want to have a chat, just let me know. You know I'm here for you.

The numbness wore off and the reality has set in!
The bad so to speak ~
The time is here for me - in three months it shall be 2 years -- it seems just like yesterday we had lunch, and then I called 911 - you know I can't write anymore, at least anything that would make sense - I just know he is not here and I am afraid that if I don't think about him every day - I shall forget him ~ I can't he was and still is my son - who I miss from the bottom of my heart and soul!

Thank you my friend for being their for me!

Baby Steps

Baby Steps
I went out today to see if I could break the monotony in my life ~
As all good days come to an end~

I still had to come home ~
It is still a home but an empty house ~
It is an empty house with people in it ~

Copyright © nope it isn't but I wrote it please don't take it ~ Thank you.
vonna maslanka ~ 6/15/08

hahahaha!

I can't believe I wrote such a depressing LAME poem...I thought y'all would get a kick out of it too. Check it out:

I wish I could explain the way that I feel, but every time I try it just doesn't sound real.

Each morning I wake up and I look around, to see naked walls and yesterdays clothes on the ground.

I pull the thrown sheets back up over my head, as darkness surrounds me I recall the things that I said.

The "I love you's" and "I need you's" that came from my heart, left me laying here helpless and torn apart.

A week has passed and I still feel the pain, it just tells me the love I have will always remain.

I try my best to see what went wrong, but what's the point? It's too late, he's gone.

~Heath

ps: hahahaha! love mama