In Loving Memory Kalei Jasmine Holizki January 23, 1985 – August 20, 2001 “My Sweetie Pie, it is now 9 years since I last held you in my arms. The space between that moment and today is an ever widening chasm. All that is left of our life together is 16.5 years of well-worn memories and then nothing but memory emptiness. I struggle to grasp the harshness of that reality for the pain of knowing you are dead continues to…..
KALEI JASMINE HOLIZKI January 23, 1985 – August 20, 2001 “My Sweetie Pie, today marks five years since you died. Five years of waking up to a world filled with unspeakable pain. The screams deep inside my soul echo that tick tock agony. It does not matter – five years or fifty – I must carry this burden of sorrow until time decides it my turn to know eternity’s truth. Until then my angel, I love you and miss you…sooooo very much! “ Forever, Kalei’s Mom
The hard physical work of raising cattle and working on a grain farm — well into my adult years — kept me active and physically fit. Even in my youth, outside of participating in every sport available in our rural community, the thought of exercising just for the sake of it never entered my mind because at the end of each day my body was tired…I did not need to do crunches or yoga or hike for miles on top of…..
In the previous post I talked about how much I loved receiving angel gifts on a Kalei event day. Well, sometimes, when I am really lucky, I am gifted with one out of the blue. By 2010 I had finished a major project —the landscaping in my backyard. It was now the peaceful and safe sanctuary I had envisioned when I responded to a grief need to avoid as much of the outside world as possible. But the completion of…..
Shortly after Kalei’s death, my home started filling up with angel paintings, statues and figurines. At one time, there were over 100 angel images in various shapes and sizes on the main floor alone. While that number has been greatly reduced over the years, the items that are left continue to figure prominently in my life. Some are associated with a comfort memory, several are loving gifts and a few remain only because they provide me with something to touch when I…..