Happily sitting
Soaking
In the smiles
An observer
Of the ones
Who make me
What I am
And fill me
To my core
Precious days
Marked by traditions
And Celebration
Momentary stops
On this continuing
Path called
Carrying Grief
Where the hellos
Grow sweeter
And the goodbyes
Last longer-
A temptation
To hold on too tight
Tries to sneak in
But letting go
Through the tears
Is the only way
To feel fresh air
Enter my lungs
Clear my head
And heal my heart
This Christmas holiday season has been sweet. So much laughter and thoughtful gifts, surrounded by my family. Not to mention the yummy food!
But I was not prepared for the goodbyes.
Goodbyes are reminders of missing. And we are all missing Dad. The goodbyes brought tears and swells of grief. But they also left behind gratitude. A reminder that the depth of missing matches the depth of love.
Piano Girl 
I have said it many times this year..”The hardest part of hello is goodbye”. One day we will not say goodbye. ❤
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Nice pictures ❣️
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Thank you. ☺️❤️
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a wonderful life affirming post, Kelley; the ending really moved me: so true 🙂
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Thank you, John. ☺️
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An abundance of joy and happiness Kelley
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To you as well Ivor. 😊
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Sending these words back to you with love,
“Where the hellos
Grow sweeter
And the goodbyes
Last longer-“
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Thank you, my friend. ☺️❤️
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