I started this blog soon after the death of my beautiful 17-year-old son, Hayden, as a way to deal with my grief. I titled it "Dear Hayden" because at first I wrote as if I was writing to him. My use of the word "dear" ended up being twofold: "used as an affectionate or friendly form of address" and "regarded with deep affection; cherished by someone." Many posts are saved quotes, song lyrics, Bible verses, poems, etc. with credit given to the actual authors as much as possible. Enjoy~
Wednesday, July 18, 2018
Breathing
She's not damaged by life, she's exhausted by it and she's not jaded either, she's just plain fed up, she's not depressed, she's not crazy and she certainly isn't drowning, but she is under water and she is holding her breath counting down backwards from ten to one hoping for someone or something to show her what breathing is really supposed to feel like. -RJS (?)
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