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Unspent Love

In Uncategorized on May 8, 2018 at 10:01 pm

I posted this on my Instagram, and I have my feed linked to my blog, but I felt this needed its own post anyways:

This is the most accurate explanation of the feeling of grief. why it’s never truly gone or finished. You grieve as long as you live once you’ve lost someone because you never stop loving them. Death just forces that love to take a different shape. Cheers to my uncle Chris on his birthday today 💙

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I spent half my day looking for the original author of this quote, which lead me only to find a blog called “All My Loose Ends” and the writer named Jamie. So thanks, mysterious Jamie and your lovely blog full of insights and recipes. This gave me some good feels and a way to find an appreciation of sadness sometimes.

I didn’t have a chance to read through much of the blog, All My Loose Ends but I plan to. And maybe, hopefully, Jamie will somehow come across this post and know 2 things:

  1. She’s kind of a big deal, because this original quote is reposted, meme’d, put on top of stock photos of serene mountain pictures, and (hitting the big time here) misquoted or incorrectly attributed to someone. So congrats on being the real deal! (And I still haven’t located the exact post that this came from on the blog, so I’m still not 100% sure that this quote is verbatim…)
  2. Her words on her own experience with loss and grief have become an inspirational quote equivalent to a lighthouse for those lost at sea. It’s easy for me to get so wrapped up in the sadness that I forget the rest. I forget that the sadness is there because of how amazing the person was, all the good things they gave me, because of all the love I still have – even if I have to find different ways to let it out now, even if that is just by having a quiet moment for it to splash down my cheeks.
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Electronic Drums: A Wife’s Review

In Non-Fiction, Personal on December 29, 2017 at 1:42 am

I married a musician. I was fully aware of this long before the “I do’s”. First it was guitar, then banjo, then electric bass, then upright bass, then back to banjo. Throw in some keyboard occasionally. But then my dear (lucky he’s so cute) husband decides he’s due to truly learn drums. This is fine, I support the arts. Except we live in a 2 bedroom house of small square footage, so even slight noises carry. It’s okay, dear (lucky he’s so cute) husband has a resolution:

Electronic Drums

So he gets them on a pretty amazing deal (kudos) with the promise of headphones and no noise disturbance so my sleep schedule won’t be affected – since I do have to wake up earlier than him on most days and, as is typical, his creative moments tend to hit late at night.

Except even electronic drum play is dependent upon the force with which they are played.

Get electronic drums, they said. It won’t be loud or disturb other areas of your home…

I love my husband.

I support creativity.

I support the arts.

I love my husband.

I’m going to scream if he isn’t done soon.

I love my husband.

I support creativity.

I support the arts.

I love my (soooo lucky he’s so cute) husband. Dammit.

And finally, it’s quiet. And he climbs into bed with (lucky) me.

How Did I Get Here?

In Opinion/Personal, Personal, Random, Work Related on December 28, 2017 at 3:13 pm

**Heads up: this post contains introspective statements on sensitive subjects to include eating disorders, mental health, and thoughts on suicide. No details, no lengthy descriptions of sensitive matters, but they are briefly present from my own point of view and should be taken into consideration for those that may be negatively affected. I encourage anyone struggling with any degree of mental health issues to seek help and support through friends, family, professionals, your local Community Mental Health Center, support groups, etc.***

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