Theirs was a marriage meant for the books. He was a man like no other. My father was the youngest among six children. Him and my mother were neighbors. They eloped and were married on March 3, 1963. They were blessed with five children, with twins. I always remember Daddy to be a hardworking man….
Category: Grieving
Silhouette
We each have stories to tell. Each one different from the others, each one revealing lessons and each one magnifying our strengths. I read somewhere that we shouldn’t be ashamed to tell our stories no matter how little or simple we think it is. For this simple stories of ours could be just what someone…
{Of Self Love & Grieving}
Experts say that we should let ourselves grieve. And that the best way to help others that are hurting or grieving is to acknowledge their pains and sadness. No need for exchange of words, but just to be there even in silence helps someone who is hurting or grieving more than telling them to “get…
Charina.Writes 