Thursday, August 7, 2014


Tomorrow is your birthday.

Tomorrow you were supposed to turn 67.

Tomorrow we were supposed to sing to you.

Tomorrow was time for cake.


Tomorrow isn't coming.

Tomorrow comes without you.

Tomorrow is going to suck.

Tomorrow I think I might crawl into bed and stay there.

Because tomorrow is just not the tomorrow it was supposed to be.


  1. Stopped by after finding your link on the SITS Girls FB post thread and I'm all choked up. This October will mark 5 years since my mom died, so my grief has been turned up a notch lately. It is so difficult with birthdays and holidays, and the desire to take to the bed can be incredibly strong. I'm so very sorry for your loss.

  2. Birthdays are always tough. I say, just skip tomorrow!

  3. Girl-- do whatever you need. That first year sucks so hard. And while it never really goes away, it's never *this* bad again.


  4. The first year is beyond hard. And there is really no graceful way to get through it. With time, you WILL find your own way to celebrate his life. You will. Until then, put one foot in front of the other until you get through each day. Much love and hugs.

  5. You touched my heart deeply as two days ago was the anniversary of my daddy's funeral. It was 31 years ago and I have missed him every day. Thank you for this poem. I am printing it and keeping it in my file.

    Glad to have found you and will follow you.

    Carol Graham
    Battered Hope

  6. Sending hugs and a virtual mug of your favorite tea (or coffee or chocolate or ice cream...)

    Happy birthday, Andrea's dad!

  7. Thinking of you and sending you a huge hug. xo

  8. Birthdays and holidays are the worst when battling grief and loss. Sending you all my love and wrapping you in gentle hugs.


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