Mother’s Day is coming. You look forward to the day with your toddler, knowing you will be the recipient of something created by their little hands. Your mind drifts to Mother’s Days past, and to the treasures the child that has been gone for almost ten years lovingly gave you. You are a bereaved parent… Read More To The Bereaved Mama on Mother’s Day
I find myself with a very rare Saturday morning alone. I need it; after taking my toddler to Florida, sans husband, for a week and coming home to the passing of a much-loved friend, it has been a long two weeks. My husband took our toddler to the park this morning, and instead of staying… Read More Choosing Positivity in the Face of Tragedy
The holidays can be a tough time for people who have suffered the loss of a loved one, no matter how much time has gone by. Sitting down at Christmas dinner, I always think of the empty chairs that should be filled by my stepson, my brother, my grandparents; three of whom we lost in… Read More Christmas & The Empty Chairs
It sounds ridiculous, I know; but I am. I am jealous of how many times you change it, and that you can do it with such abandon. You change it to the drink you just had, the meal you just ate, the picture of the oddly translated items on the Chinese food menu. I haven’t… Read More I am Jealous of Your Facebook Profile Picture
If I had one more day, I would tell you a million times how much I love you. If I had one more day, I would hold you for the whole 24 hours. If I had one more day, I would tell you I am sorry. Sorry for all the times I was mad, for… Read More If I Had One More Day
It’s a beautiful day out today. My house is clean, I had time for a hot shower and coffee, my 11.5 month old daughter sleeping peacefully during her first nap. I sit down to read the paper online for a moment, and a story about a little girl who passed away in 2012 on Christmas… Read More It IS a Beautiful Day
Today would have been my stepson’s 17th birthday. I can imagine the type of man he would be becoming, provided peer pressure and teenage angst bullshit didn’t interfere – a caring, giving, loving young man, who always put others first. This isn’t a grand fantasy…Brody was all of those things as a boy. I once… Read More Happy birthday, buddy.
I figure if I am going to ask y’all to bare your souls, I should probably bare mine. So here goes. I had/HAVE a stepson, his name was/IS Brody. He passed away in 2006 from SUDEP, which is a nicely wrapped bow for unexplained death in epilepsy patients. I know how much this destroyed me….Brody’s… Read More A Little Perspective Goes a Long Way…