little sinkings in the earth

Oh damn I miss my daddy. Just out of nowhere thought about how he used to reach around behind him to toss out a bit of trash in the car trash bin, and after he did, he would find my foot or leg and tickle me or give me a little squeeze or a pat. Oh daddy oh wow do I miss you. :(

signatureceremonies:

Since their father had passed away, the bride’s brother prepared a special moment for his sister’s father-daughter dance.

This will be happening at my wedding, with my dad’s brothers and best friend, probably to ‘Father & Daughter’ by Paul Simon.

ohdaddyimissyou.

today: well that started poorly, ha. church was fine. now: clean room. work on croissants with Mom. possibly start using sewing machine. read and/or watch Skins/Heidi while snuggled in chair. bathe Pip. eat a lot for dinner. eat chocolate ice cream. bed early.

p.s. hey laura today is the third anniversary of the day you got the call that Daddy was dying and had to throw shit in a backpack and go straight to the airport to fly home. it’s okay if it’s kind of shitty. february is almost over. hang in there.

(Source: loyal-2me, via caffeinatedfeminist)

Hello February. I admit that I’ve been dreading you. Here’s what is coming up:

* my RAINN supervision (finally) and then starting to work on the online hotline
* Tiff’s birthday
* Ruth’s first birthday as a cancer survivor
* Valentine’s Day
* beginning of Lent
* ONE BILLION RISING.
* my Mom’s birthday
* crafting for Valentine’s Day, Mom’s birthday, and Anaïs’ 5th birthday
* 3rd anniversary of Daddy’s death.

Things I hope to accomplish: make progress on the piano. write several poems at least. start doing yoga again. 

(Source: , via finding--laura)

oh so it’s the start of grief season got it thanks for the warning

hecallsmelovely:

Song of Solomon 8:7 (by Brittney Borowski)

I sang this in high school choir, and at my daddy’s memorial service, my brother and our friends and I performed this.

Miss you Daddy, love you Daddy. (ComebackformeDaddyhowcouldyouleavemeDaddyIthoughtyoulovedmeDaddy)

(via polar-blair)

miishakasha:

This is a beautiful song and the film its in makes me cry and just….FEELS

10,000 Miles  - Mary Chapin Carpenter

the rocks may melt and the seas may burn
if I should not return
oh don’t you see that lonesome dove
sitting on an ivy tree? she’s weeping for
her own true love
as I shall weep for mine 

"Perhaps our eyes need to be washed by our tears once in a while, so that we can see Life with a clearer view again."

Alex Tan (via yogachocolatelove)

(Source: yogachocolatelove, via daisychainsmoothie)

I just found the bear I want…no, need…to replace Cinnamon Bear (a recent loss) and just generally to have and hug. Absolutely true note on that T-shirt, too. The only question is, do I want it in pink or blue?

"Do not mourn the dead: they know what they are doing."

Clarice Lispector, The Hour of the Star, trans. Benjamin Moser (via proustitute)