What would I give, to clasp his hand His happy face to see To hear his voice, and see his smile That meant so much to me.The rolling stream, of life rolls on But still the vacant chair Recalls the love, the voice, the smile of the one, who once sat there.Nothing can ever take […]

by John McCrae In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place, and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below.We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow Loved and were loved, and now we […]

To “let go” does not mean to stop caring. It means I can’t do it for someone else. To “let go” is not to cut myself off. It’s the realization that I can’t control another. To “let go” is to admit powerlessness, which means the outcome is not in my hands. To “let go” is […]