BEAUTIFULLY BROKEN

A WIDOW'S PLAYLIST Ok, so right up front, I feel I should warn you that this post will probably fall under the "quirky" category that I find myself fitting into a lot. I love music. Ask my children and they will tell you I can get obsessed over a song and play it over and over again until I have it memorized (most recently being Speechless from the new Aladdin movie). And while I can carry a tune, I am by no means a soloist (though I fancy myself a rock legend in my head). Music is passion, memories, tastes, smells and sounds. Music can inspire, motivate and move to tears, but as I have found out in recent years, music can bring a rushing torrent of grief. My main go to's for music is typically rock with pop rock being my favorite and will travel into heavy metal. Not much for rap, but do enjoy an occasional Tupac or Ice Cube tune. Love jazz and the sound of the 50's, but you can't beat the 80's. And last, but gaining popularity with me would be country

In My Father's Reflection I have my dad's eyes. They are a beautiful bright blue that shine brighter in the sun, next to the ocean or when I am crying. I remember growing up and looking at his beautiful eyes and being so grateful that mine were the same shade of blue as his. The funny thing is, my mom is drop dead gorgeous with beautiful dark brown eyes, but I was always so glad I got my dad's eyes. My dad passed away August 31, 2019. My mom and I had the honor of holding his hands as he took his last breath here on earth. I was so blessed to be able to call him my father. My dad grew up in a home where his dad was a mean alcoholic. My dad's last memory of his family living together was him standing between his parents with a baseball bat in hand threatening my grandfather that if he laid another hand on my grandmother, my dad would do physical harm to him. His family broke up that very night. My grandmother took her youngest daughter and left that night to stay with