I still reach my phone to call mom especially on my morning commute. Yesterday morning, it had gotten so cold and a thought just jumped to my mind to call and chat with her and tell her how unbelievably cold it had become. Because it’s an international number, I would have to dial an access…
Category: Grief
First snow and reminiscing
The first snow of the season started this afternoon. Starting kind of slow with tiny little spits. My drive to work earlier in the morning had been okay. Although I must admit I was disappointed when I woke up and found that no snow had fallen in the night, I was ready to have a…
A Hike in the Woods
So I am doing some short stories or sometimes just prose based on writing prompts in a journal titled Write the Story. Generally, the writing prompts includes a title and 8-10 words that need to be included in the story. I randomly pick a page and write. Today I picked A Hike in the Woods….
A missed friend.
Essie, yesterday I walked at that park on Paseo near the old Research Hospital. You would remember it. As I walked, I noticed the structures on it. The old stairs leading to what may have been a swimming pool. The stone archway that leads to a little bridge crossing the tiniest little stream, you know?…
After a loss, even little things change
When a loved one dies, everything changes. Everything. I love saving pins, I save memes, quotes, art, clothing etc etc. The first pin I saved after mom died was how much I miss her phone calls. The day before, I was nonchalantly going on with my life, saving miscellaneous pins oblivious to how drastically life…
Building Gratitude.01
For some reason, sleep eluded me last night and I only started feeling sleepy just before my alarm went off..sigh. Then there was an accident on the highway which led me being 30 minutes late to work..ugh. But driving up on this little street that turns into the Parking Lot. I looked up and there…
Something Precious
Yesterday morning, a lock of my hair fell out while I was putting my hair up in a bun and I started wishing I had taken a lock of mom’s hair or a handprint or something. Something unique and precious that I could make into a pendant or frame it. Mom died suddenly and unexpectedly….
Authensible Musings: Piercing the mundane of everyday life 