a place to store my thoughts...because sometimes there just isn't enough room in my head.
I'm dedicating this blog to my sister, Robyn, who taught me the beauty of the written word. Throughout our lives, writing was the thread that bound us together. It was the current in our ocean. I haven't written a word since her death even though I know it is my only hope at healing. I'm beginning to feel the ebb and flow again...the stagnant water rising with grief's tide. I'm afraid of the undertow, of being tossed around in the whitewash. I've been hiding from it. But from here on out, I must face it head on. Perhaps the words on this page will be my lifeboat...
Monday, July 11, 2011
- songs for robyn -
These are two of the songs my father and I sang at my sister's memorial. I've never sang with such purpose before. My heart was heavy, but FULL of love. I know she was smiling, and tapping her foot.
2 comments:
So soothing and beautiful :)
Beautiful. She would love it.
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