Shhhhh!
Quiet, beloveds!
I’m trying to tiptoe around this grief. I find it hiding, in plain sight. Everywhere. Dammit, it’s everwhere!
In music.
In sleep.
In quiet times.
I find it, hidden amongst movie trailers.
It’s in every book I try to read.
SHHHHHHEEEEEEEEUUOOOOTT!
It dogs my dreams. It brings me coffee, the instant my eyes open. Heckamiah.
HOW am I supposed to live THIS way?
Oddly, amazingly, I still find things to smile about.
I enjoyed the playoff games. I enjoyed the mid game naps.
I have enjoyed quiet cups of coffee. I have enjoyed reruns of “The Good Wife”.
I have even found myself wondering what this year holds for me.
I just stopped by to encourage someone. Starting with me.
I HAD to get out of bed. I HAD to.
I HAD to turn on some praise music. I HAD to.
I HAD to turn the phone back on. I HAD to.
Be encouraged. We really DO have to keep moving FORWARD. Especially when things are especially hard.
Why? Because, we can end up allowing the darkness to swallow us whole. We ain’t got time for that, beloveds. We got thangs to do.
My big bro annoyed me telling me to get up and move. He was right.
Get up, beloveds! Move!…*sigh*.
No getting around it, these hard days have been and are the hardest yet. It’s okay to say ow.
OW!!
Still, promise yourself you will NOT:
Allow despair to run your show.
Give in to hopelessness.
Allow pity to enter for even a moment.
Give yourself room to feel. Process your feels. Then, put your feels to work loving and living and hoping and giving and as many positive ings and things that you can.
Use this time to grow. Don’t let weeds of anger or apathy or dismay to grow in your faith garden.
You got this. As do I. Just doesn’t feel like it. We just don’t know what to do with ourselves just now. That’s okay.
Be encouraged. I love me some you.
asking for A Friend,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: I miss her, yall.😥🤗❤
One step.
One step.
One step.
You are loved.
You are NOT alone.
Keep on being…YOU!


Grief is a dark cloud that falls over you when death takes away the One; do not let it suffocate you! Kick it off fiercely and sometimes playfully to tame it. When my son (1980-2013) was taken away by death I faced the wild animal (grief) ready to devour me. I learned to coexist.
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