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In Memory of Edna L.Buffalohead,my sister,,i post photo frames of her an poems,my form of self-therapy to get me thru this grief journey,on my long road home,,,���

06/03/2026

Blowing Kisses To Heaven 💜

06/03/2026
With Feather of My Mother – I'm on a streak! I've made it onto their weekly engagement list 7 weeks in a row. 🎉
06/03/2026

With Feather of My Mother – I'm on a streak! I've made it onto their weekly engagement list 7 weeks in a row. 🎉

With Angie's Massage Therapy – I'm on a streak! I've made it onto their weekly engagement list 6 weeks in a row. 🎉
06/03/2026

With Angie's Massage Therapy – I'm on a streak! I've made it onto their weekly engagement list 6 weeks in a row. 🎉

With Grief Speaks Out – I'm on a streak! I've made it onto their weekly engagement list 6 weeks in a row. 🎉
06/03/2026

With Grief Speaks Out – I'm on a streak! I've made it onto their weekly engagement list 6 weeks in a row. 🎉

06/01/2026

May this month bring
a little more light
to the parts of me
that have been hurting for far too long.

May I find moments of peace
without guilt,
rest without fear,
and strength for the days
that still feel heavy.

I will carry my love,
my grief,
and my healing
one day at a time.

05/31/2026

A gentle hand is lifted toward the sky,
adorned with blossoms braided at the wrist.
A single pale, translucent butterfly
rests on the palm within the blue-gray mist.

Its wings are veined with delicate, thin lines,
completely still against the quiet air.
It feels like a message sent from far away,
a temporary answer to my prayer.

I will not let your name fade from the room,
or speak of you in hushed, reluctant tones.
I’ll talk about the laughter that we shared,
while sitting out among the garden stones.

You lived, you loved, you left a permanent mark,
and changed the very way the grass blades grow.
It would be a sin to lock your memory up,
and act as if I’ve let your spirit go.

I hold my hand out to the morning breeze,
and let your stories drift into the street.
I want the world to know how much you meant,
before the day we are supposed to meet.

The flower bracelet reminds me of the spring,
of loops of daisy chains we used to weave.
I’ll keep your presence living in my words,
as long as I am given breath to grieve. 🌸

— Missing You Always

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