Wishing Well
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Wishing Well

Dear Avie, Thank you for…

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Washing Away
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Washing Away

Dear Me, Water cleanses. Washing…

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Becoming
DearAvie

Becoming

Dear Me, What do you…

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Ten Years
DearAvie

Ten Years

Dear Me, You were twenty…

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When We Touch
DearAvie

When We Touch

Dear Future Lover, I feel…

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I Owe it All to You
DearAvie

I Owe it All to You

Dear Me, Dear God, Dear…

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Precious Recollections

Dear Avie, Even though you left the outside world you still remain in my inner world. These precious recollections that warm up my heart. The best of you will always remain with me. I won’t ever let you go. I will be lifted up by the comforter that’s filled with your sweet memories. Xoxo- Mommy

Help With The Healing

Dear Avie, It’s hard for me to explain how I feel. Sometimes I don’t even know what’s going on through this mind of mine. When I write I’m myself. Jotting down how I feel inside. Trying to make sense of it all, but I just might lose my mind. These words are begging me to write them down. There’s nowhere that I can hide now. My wounds are being exposed. A bandage could help…

Everything Comes Back To You

Dear Avie, I woke up and you’re not here. The smell of you is everywhere. I got out of bed to write to you. To be close to you. Everything comes back to you. The northern lights even sparkle for you. They’re dancing away my pain in the night’s sky. Xoxo- Mommy

Clicking of The Clock

  Dear Avie, The house is too quiet. The clicking of the clock is the only noise around. Time never stops it just keeps going. It’s going by even faster now since you’ve been gone. Passing me by. These days are not long My time here is short. I need you. I miss you my sweet. You’re in heaven waiting for me. Xoxo- Mommy

Digging Deep

Dear Avie, I’m lying in bed. Searching my memory bank for you. My thoughts in my head consume me. Peeling back the scabs. Exposing my wounds. Digging deep to find you. Xoxo- Mommy

Ashes to Ashes

Dear Avie, I’m so full of love I can barely eat. I can’t swallow any of these words. This is real life not at all tampered with, not at all fake. I can’t leave the past behind me. I can’t walk away. Letting the cracks begin to show before I’m taken away by the waves. Pushed under from up above and beneath me. I can’t breathe. The wave breaks, and I have no control over when…