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My whole life someone has told me that I'm too sensitive. I feel everything, empathetic, sympathetic, it sometimes is a gift and other times it feels like a heaviness. I am doing my best at riding the waves of grief. Right now I'm experiencing a combination of anger and sadness. My mother fell last night, she is ok but it brings a lot of worry and sadness. She is 96, a very vibrant 96 but is it scary. I miss Phil when I need that hug. He would wrap his arms around me and the rest of the world went away, I felt safe.
Phil and my mom had a wonderful relationship, he helped her cook, when he was sick she sent a card to him every single day and they played word games together. Today I shed tears...
I allow them, brush them away and make my way into the world.
Tears can make it hard to see...
Marine layer sitting over us.
A young scrub jay out exploring the world. I could see his inexperience and told him his parents would want him closer to the nest.
Right by the wharf there were several sea lions making a ruckus.
Harbor seals balance on the rocky shore.
A lone young elephant seal made its way onto San Carlos Beach.
For Phil
I miss you with all of my heart.
You were a treasure, love and a blessing in my life.
Rosalie Brannen
We love and miss you.
NOVEMBER 14, 1924 – APRIL 25, 2023
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