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Diane Romagnoli
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It all comes back to love . . .
It all comes back to love . . .

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The years have shown me that Grief sets me off on many voyages always returning me to ME, with a greater understanding and a depth of Love that must be experienced as I cross the threshold to healing. The experience holds the answers to many questions. I am an explorer of a new world. There is no gap between these worlds I explore. I have sailed to the edge and have not fallen off. I have found my son in spirit and our relationship is just as true, alive and real as it was when he walked this earth as Matthew Laurent Allard.
Hope has been my sustenance, Healing my gifts, respites along the way of this marathon of a process. What have I discovered? A supernal connection with my child; the ability to feel, to absorb, to be delivered the Knowing of the message from our children in spirit—“We are with you wherever you are”.
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IN THE GLOAMING OF GRIEF (Part 4 of 4)
Nearing the end of a day when air creates color as it says its goodnight; the color whispers possibility for a better, new day. Fall, a word that defines
my tumble on the grief path. Fall, the season that
delivers me to Me . . .                             ...
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The desire for wisdom, the search for peace, the journey to the other side of grief have converged in silence.

"In silence there is eloquence. Stop weaving and watch how the pattern improves." -- Rumi
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The desire for wisdom, the search for peace, the journey to the other side of grief have converged in silence.

"In silence there is eloquence. Stop weaving and watch how the pattern improves." -- Rumi
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IN THE GLOAMING OF GRIEF (Part 3 of 4)
Time  passes and with  patience, hard work and meeting Grief  unequivocally, I am shown more  of the beauty being offered. The warmth of summer . . .                                                                 The summer months hold a fascination with w...
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IN THE GLOAMING OF GRIEF (Part 2 of 4)
Light bathed in color speaks of hope Heralding in spring . . .                                                             Empty was cavernous in the
springtime. As I watched everything come to life, take on new colors, blossom
and bloom I was stuck in the ...
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It is not enough to speak of our grief. Grief shouts its pain, it howls, it shrieks, Move in closer and its volume can be heard by the heart; the shrill cries echo to the soul..Grieving is hard, hard work. Grieving is not passive.and when undertaken in quiet, in silence, in processing and reflection . . . it must not be confused with suppressing, avoiding the toil. It is simply another way.
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IN THE GLOAMING OF GRIEF (Part 1 of 4)
The skyscape portends the beauty that lies hidden in darkness I
always liked the word ‘gloaming’; a bit obscure yet so descriptive. That time
of day yearning to become night, the twilight, dusk. I found myself in this
space with my grief between years two a...
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BUBBLE MATT—MY THANKSGIVING SWEET!
Our beloved lives in our hearts  — LIVES as we experience his Love in so many ways, in ways he shows he is present in our daily lives. Thanksgiving . . . it's filled
with moments of the bitter and the sweet. Our table has morphed into seating
for family mem...
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