images,
random,
(kind of),
arranged as they
happened in
my head
(followed by the thoughts).

images,
random,
(kind of),
arranged as they
happened in
my head
(followed by the thoughts).

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wow… isn’t amazing how those memories just flood in sometimes – most times, when you lease expect it…
Thinking of you, Liz & Maddy. Especially today.
no denying it – you are a writer. a very talented writer. thanks for sharing your words/thoughts/emotions/gift with us.
you were born to write.
thank you for sharing your incredible gift.
I never comment on these because there are no words. As always, thank you for sharing such intimate pieces of your heart.
amazing writing… are you working on book 2?!
I love these posts the most..
This was a lovely surprise update. It’s beautiful. Thoughts of our loved ones who have died really do come at the most random of times, don’t they? Someone could be talking about tacos and suddenly you’re like, “Oh, my loved one loved tacos,” and then you’re remembering that great restaurant you visited together and – yeah. I get it completely…and I wish that Liz were here with you all…I’ve really missed your blogging. I hope you’ll consider updating us more soon. Thanks for sharing all that you have. Love to you, Maddy, and Brooke.
Sam
So glad your grief seems to be less all consuming and pressing (though worried that is may be a facade….you may simply not be sharing), but really missing the eerily beautiful and cathartic volumes of writing that came with the urgency.
Thank you for sharing.
You are such a gift.
You alluded awhile back to this year being the hardest anniversary, but never wrote about it. I’d love to hear about it.
My mom died 8 years ago and as my kids get older (3 & 6) it is harder in many ways. The volume of what she has missed is so immense. Though the grief is less raw, it is in some ways so much more poignant and painful.