On An Uneventful Sunday Afternoon, While Taking A Nap, I Dreamt Of My Mom. She Hugged Me Tightly, And

On an uneventful Sunday afternoon, while taking a nap, I dreamt of my mom. She hugged me tightly, and we talked about random things.

For months after losing her, I thought I am already quite okay and that my attempt to regain normalcy in life is a success. But I guess, I am just a great pretender. I woke up crying my heart out, wishing for my dream not to end, for the time to freeze and for me to just disappear and be with her.

I miss her a lot. ๐Ÿ˜ข That was the warmest embrace I have ever received in my life.

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3 years ago

Death is nothing at all.

It does not count.

I have only slipped away into the next room.

Nothing has happened.

Everything remains exactly as it was.

I am I, and you are you,

and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.

Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.

Call me by the old familiar name.

Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.

Put no difference into your tone.

Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.

Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together.

Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.

Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.

Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it.

Life means all that it ever meant.

It is the same as it ever was.

There is absolute and unbroken continuity.

What is this death but a negligible accident?

Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?

I am but waiting for you, for an interval,

somewhere very near,

just round the corner.

All is well.

Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost.

One brief moment and all will be as it was before.

How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!

โ€” Henry Scott-Holland

I miss my mom everyday.๐Ÿฅบ The pain is just too much to bear, but she raised a brave woman. I will get through this. I will remember her someday without sadness and sorrow but with pure happiness and peace.


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1 year ago

โ€œCourage doesnโ€™t always roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying โ€˜I will try again tomorrowโ€™.โ€

โ€” Mary Anne Radmacher

4 years ago
โ€œAfter All This Time?โ€

โ€œAfter all this time?โ€

โ€œAlways.โ€


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3 years ago
Christmas Is In The Air!๐ŸŽ„โœจโ„๏ธ
Christmas Is In The Air!๐ŸŽ„โœจโ„๏ธ
Christmas Is In The Air!๐ŸŽ„โœจโ„๏ธ

Christmas is in the air!๐ŸŽ„โœจโ„๏ธ


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4 years ago

โ€œMy life was an unending, unchanging midnight. It must, by necessity, always be midnight for me. So how was it possible that the sun was rising now, in the middle of my midnight?โ€

~~ Edward Cullen, Midnight Sun๐Ÿค


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2 years ago

forever in love with sunsets๐ŸŒฅ๏ธ

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4 years ago
Made A Quick Edit๐Ÿ’ซโœจ

made a quick edit๐Ÿ’ซโœจ

Take it slow, beloved.๐Ÿ’›

Thereโ€™s no rush.

Take a rest if you must.


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