Re-sharing a poem I wrote back in 2017 that provided some momentum and clarity as I was beginning to seriously contemplate and pursue writing my memoir ð˜¾ð™¤ð™¬ð™—ð™¤ð™®ð™¨ ð˜¼ð™§ð™š ð™‰ð™¤ð™© ð™Žð™ªð™¥ð™¥ð™¤ð™¨ð™šð™™ ð™©ð™¤ ð˜¾ð™§ð™®.
I struggled for over twenty years hiding my pain, my sorrow, and my grief over her death. I moved forward as we are told to do thinking it could never be what it once was.
“I was wrong!“
Through the unconditional love of God, a good woman (my wife), my daughter and others I came to believe that my life after was really up to me. I have learned that happiness is a choice and my grief I carry but it does not hold me back. Learning that real men have emotions, tears, and yes, they sometimes cry. That doesn’t make us weak.
It’s a bull$^!+ lie that men don’t cry. Sometimes there are no tears falling from our eyes yet, our hearts are weeping and no one sees.
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Are you believing the lies?
It’s a bull$^!+ lie that men don’t cry. Sometimes there are no tears falling from our eyes yet, our hearts are weeping and no one sees. #Grief #Healing #LifeAfter
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