I carried him in my womb for 9 months. Luckily it was a pretty “easy” and “uneventful” pregnancy. Inside my womb where he was protected and untouchable, at least. Outside, my world was crumbling during those last two months. His little beating heart was the only thing that kept me going… To read full post, click here.
I posted this picture on Instagram last night. It was taken by a friend on the night we celebrated turning 21 (our birthdays are just five days apart). The picture gained a lot of likes and comments, one of them being “true happiness” – and it made me realize that there was more to this picture that I wanted to share. First of all, if we look incredibly happy – one too many vodka cranberries may have had something to […]
We never met while you were here on this Earth, but I feel very connected to you. You were the love of the man who now holds my heart. Like him, I have suffered the loss of a great love of my life. I completely understand how he yearned for you, cried for you after you left – and how a part of him always will. I understand how even now he can be having a completely “normal” day and […]
It finally happened. I’d read about it in some widow groups that I’m a member of, but had never personally experienced it myself. I’ve even had the audacity to think to myself, “Wow, these women know some really insensitive people!” And now, I stand corrected… To read full post, click here.
A couple of months ago, while sitting in the waiting room at my dentist’s office, Good Morning America was on the television. Kyra Sedgewick and Kevin Bacon were the featured guests, and they were talking about their experiences raising their children. Kyra said something that I thought was pretty powerful. She stated, “They’re born kind of perfect, you just have to try not to mess them up too much.” Wow. Isn’t that the truth? But then again – it seems […]
Grief is complicated. It brings so many emotions that can be difficult to feel, let alone explain, for adults. So how about for children? How can we guide little souls through such a complex and uniquely individual process in a way that is understandable and relatable to them? My Favorite Color is Blue. Sometimes. by Roger Hutchison does an exquisite job of describing the feelings of a griever in a profound yet simple way through colors and art. It’s a […]
I decided to take an Epsom Salt bubble bath tonight because I worked out for the first time in a very long time yesterday and I am SORE. I played some soft instrumental music on Pandora, lit some candles, poured myself a glass of red wine, then immersed these achy, out-of-shape muscles in a foam-filled, lavender scented tub. I lay there for a few minutes with my eyes closed, trying to consciously and voluntarily relax every last muscle in my […]
Earlier today while working at one of the private schools that I service, I couldn’t help but overhear a conversation that was taking place just outside the room. The school pastor was on the phone with what sounded like either a long-time friend or a family member. I could only hear one end of the exchange, but it was clear that they hadn’t spoken since before Hurricane Irma. The pastor was listing all the damages that his home suffered as […]
Life can be really hard sometimes. Unfair. Cruel. And there seems to be no rhyme or reason for any of it. Sometimes I find myself wondering why some people are given such a heavy burden to carry. Why do some encounter roadblock after roadblock, obstacle after obstacle, when they are trying so desperately to pull themselves out of the depths of despair, while others seems to have their lives follow some perfect, cookie-cutter plan that they’ve crafted. I don’t know. […]