My May-Day

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this is a dream 
I can’t be awake in this world 
because you are not in it 
I’ve searched everywhere but you’re gone 
today though, the dream changes
I get to release a jar of hope 
to make your voice the loudest 
make your face come back to me oh so vividly 
like the first day we met 
that happy May
lately, this dream gets so close to a nightmare 
because it has started to fade everything 
and my jar of hope is almost empty
not enough to awaken me
to see you in reality smothers me 
I gasp toward that life 
choking to reach the other side 
someone, please shake me 
tell me it’s over 
give me back my biggest loss 
hear my may-day

A Shade of Ash # 13 – Back To The Future

My birthday was just a few days ago and it made me realize something about getting a little older. Age is inevitable. But, at the same time, it is invaluable. Because the more time I have to reflect on who I am, the more insight I gain on becoming who I want to be. – Ash

A Shade of Ash # 6 – Why does the happiest day of my life keep breaking my heart?

I tried again today as I have tried so many times since the last heartstring that bound us severed. For a split-second, I got to hear your voice. For a split-second, I thought you would listen to mine. It was the longest pause yet…trust me, I know.

So, Ashton, I guess it’s another “Happy Birthday” sent off into the universe with all my love. Maybe it will find the world I’ve lost and help return it to me.

– Dad xoxo

Journal Entry # 149 – Happy Birthday Lochlan, My Littlest Buddy in the World!!!

A child is an uncut diamond. – Austin O’Malley

Journal Entry # 143 – Another Trip Around the Sun!

AshIn youth, we learn. In age, we understand. – Marie Von Ebner-Eschenbach

Journal Entry # 131 – My Angel Mother

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All that I am or ever hope to be, I owe to my angel mother. – Abraham Lincoln

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MOTHER!!!

Journal Entry # 14 – Forty…ahem, plus 1!

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“Cherish all your happy moments; they make a fine cushion for old age.” – Booth Tarkington