My son Kyle was raped, murdered and thrown in garbage bags under a bed nine years ago. I miss Him dreadfully.
There are people who think I should have moved on by now and I have. But
I will never be the same person I was before this happened to Kyle.
There are people who think I should have moved on by now and I have. But
I will never be the same person I was before this happened to Kyle.
Sometimes I struggle with My new life as a single woman nearing 50. There are many times that I feel like I want to give up. But then I think of my daughter and my amazing grandbaby and know that I am going to be ok.
When I am in doubt though, I open the pages of my art journals and pour my feelings onto those pages. The page above is the one I worked on after the first two pages, after allowing the sorrow out there was room for joy and optimism. That is why I do art journals. Maybe You should try it sometime too...........