January 18th, A simple ring… (Love Liz)

“Farewell is said by the living, in life, every day. It is said with love and friendship, with the affirmation that the memories are lasting if the flesh is not.”
― R.A. Salvatore

Not many people have seen these rings in years, these are the original engagement and wedding ring I bought Elizabeth when we were married. They weren't super expensive, the diamonds are chips, but Liz loved them all the same. Until my band started to eat my fingers, damned gold allergy
Not many people have seen these rings in years, these are the original engagement and wedding ring I bought Elizabeth when we were married. They weren’t super expensive, the diamonds are chips, but Liz loved them all the same. Until my band started to eat my fingers, damned gold allergy

 

January 17th, A box full of Love… (Love Liz)

Grief can destroy you –or focus you. You can decide a relationship was all for nothing if it had to end in death, and you alone. OR you can realize that every moment of it had more meaning than you dared to recognize at the time, so much meaning it scared you, so you just lived, just took for granted the love and laughter of each day, and didn’t allow yourself to consider the sacredness of it. But when it’s over and you’re alone, you begin to see that it wasn’t just a movie and a dinner together, not just watching sunsets together, not just scrubbing a floor or washing dishes together or worrying over a high electric bill. It was everything, it was the why of life, every event and precious moment of it. The answer to the mystery of existence is the love you shared sometimes so imperfectly, and when the loss wakes you to the deeper beauty of it, to the sanctity of it, you can’t get off your knees for a long time, you’re driven to your knees not by the weight of the loss but by gratitude for what preceded the loss. And the ache is always there, but one day not the emptiness, because to nurture the emptiness, to take solace in it, is to disrespect the gift of life.”
― Dean Koontz
A box fit for a queen, or at least an Amazon Princess
A box fit for a queen, or at least an Amazon Princess

October 29th, Wandering Eye… (Funko Fantasy)

 

“Should I put it in my pocket?
Should I keep it on a leash?
Whatever I do it just wants to break free.
It’s peering in a window with it’s unblinking stare,
It’s clearly fascinated with what goes on in there.
Should you wear a pirate’s eyepatch to try and restrict it’s reach?
Maybe we could distract it if I waved around this peach.” ~ Savlonic
Eye

October 17th, This week Sherlock Holmes… (Funko Fantasy)

My mind,” he said, “rebels at stagnation. Give me problems, give me work, give me the most abstruse cryptogram or the most intricate analysis, and I am in my own proper atmosphere. I can dispense then with artificial stimulants. But I abhor the dull routine of existence. I crave for mental exaltation. That is why I have chosen my own particular profession, or rather created it, for I am the only one in the world.” ~ Arthur Conan Doyle

Sherlock