For Mother's Day the kids gave me a bleeding heart, we planted it in our garden today.
A bleeding heart, how appropriate.
Today was impossibly difficult, not unlike everyday, but more so!
Thank you for your thoughts and prayers, they helped carry me through today.
♥ “Do not judge the bereaved mother.
She comes in many forms.
She is breathing, but she is dying.
She may look young, but inside she has become ancient.
She smiles, but her heart sobs.
She walks, she talks, she cooks, she cleans, she works, she IS,
but she IS NOT, all at once.
She is here, but part of her is elsewhere for eternity.