“What’s it mean when somebodies heart is broken?” – Curly.T

Trying to explain what it means to have a broken heart to a child is extremely difficult. They think of it like a broken bone, something that you can see and mend…however in reality broken hearts are hidden within us, beneath our outer shells.

Sure, some of us have hearts that aren’t very strong, or don’t work they way they should…but we don’t say our hearts our broken when they’re off beat or they burst out of control. We say they’re under attack.

Until today, I never realized how we view our hearts. When I think of my heart, I think of a vessel pumping in my chest but I also think of the vast emotions that I feel and the memories associated with them. I wonder why our hearts feel as though they clench whenever we’re in pain? Or why they race rapidly when we’re nervous, or why our hearts flutter whenever we’re in love?

I don’t think a broken heart can be properly explained. It is one of those things that you have to feel to actually understand…and for the little girl who asked, I hope she doesn’t feel that sort of pain for a very, very long time…even though it is a necessary feeling that we all need in order to grow.


June 7th, 2016

I really hate that the majority of my posts lately are regarding my absence over the last month. There’s just been a lot going on right now with my family, and I’m also working so I’ve been feeling drained during my days off.

My uncle passed away on Sunday night, and has been in the hospital for some time. Other members of my family have also been having some issues with their health and the stress has been a lot on all of us. So…that’s why I’ve been away. It’s going to be a little bumpy for a while…but things will turn around eventually.

I thought that it would be better if I shared this rather than just apologize again and again for not posting very often. I will get back to blogging when I’m up to it but as of now I’m just doing by best to be the optimistic one in the family…and just keep everyone together. I know it isn’t necessarily my job but whenever things get rough, I just tend to suck it up and do my best to make life easier on those around me.

I hope that all is going well for you, and I will update soon hopefully in a better mood and with my usual high energy self.

Until next time,

— R.

I had to fight the tears…

I recommend not watching this before you have to go out somewhere. I somehow managed to choke back my tears. I didn’t think I would make it to the end of that video but I did. I honestly want to cry my eyes out. That’s such a beautiful tribute to his late wife.

Bless this family.

I just had to share this.


When we knew ea…

When we knew each other, I thought you were perfect just as you were. With every single flaw that made you human. Now that you’ve been changed by someone else, I’m afraid that you’ve turned into something horrid: a person that I can only hope, you will break away from.
I miss you. I don’t want to leave things like this.

Your old and true friend,

O. Ryder

This is something I wish I could say to a buddy of mine. I miss them and I hope that we don’t go off from high school never speaking a word to one another.

Tiny Angel

Today, I got the news that my cousins daughter passed away…this was his first child. I didn’t even get to find out her name, because a few days ago I just found out that she was born. The little girl was born premature at the beginning of August. This will be the second death in our family since Summer Vacation started. I didn’t know how to react to the news, so I just sat there silently, but later when I returned to my room, I started to write. I felt the need to share this with someone. Well…I wrote this for the baby:

Tiny Angel

Tiny angel wrapped in a blanket.

No more will her eyes shine.

Tiny baby covered in white roses,

To be laid into the ground.

And we’ll all cry around this sweet angel,

As they lay her down.

I’m sure that she’s smiling down from heaven.

Waiting for us to come.

Though she wishes you could be there with her,

She still has company.

Tiny angel being cradled by Jesus.

As they lay her down.

He says, “You were their first tiny angel,

And they’ll always love you.”

Tiny angel wrapped in a blanket.

No more will her eyes shine…


I’m so sorry…