This post is dedicated to those that were there the day Lydia died, shortly after and those that have stood by my side since. Some more than others handled some heavy burdens that day. Read through for another special tribute at the end. ________________________________________________________________________ In light of Sarah, our last caregiver from Germany, coming to … Continue reading Quality over Quantity
Missy Moo Every year for 5 years I’ve written you a letter for your birthday or around the time you passed. It appears not doing it would be as much as a travesty as not remembering you at all. To be honest – I meant to post this on your birthday. I wrote it and … Continue reading Say Her Name
This number keeps spinning in my thoughts. 5. 5 years. I keep thinking how long she's been gone and while right now it is only 4 1/2 the number five is approaching and it seems big. Or bigger. And for some reason more monumental. Five. 5. However I say or spell it - it is … Continue reading Is it just a number?
Years ago someone I worked with was diagnosed with brain cancer. His wife blogged about the grief of knowing she was losing her husband, the father to their very young son. Back then, Lydia was so little, if not just born (I can't recall) but I had so much empathy for this young family. My … Continue reading Behind closed doors
Happy Birthday sweet girl. Another letter to you on what would have been your 11th birthday.
While life wasn't horrible for me growing up, it wasn't the one I read about in books or saw in the movies. My dad left my family when I was just 3 years old. He further put salt on the wound by telling us to vacate our brand new home. Finally, he decided another woman … Continue reading The greater plan
Gosh, I haven't blogged in a while. I guess I haven't needed to. Believe me, I've wanted to. I've thought about it over a dozen times. I've wanted to share how grief does evolve and you really start to feel ok. But, when I would sit down to write such an uplifting post, it just … Continue reading Brave and Strong but Broken
So, let me understand, you didn't lose a child but yet you are upset and make it about you? how does that work?
Christmas has different meanings for everyone. For me, it has changed so dramatically since 2014. And maybe indefinitely...
I wish I could tell you why this question weighs heavily on my mind - How are you? It just does. I wonder if people truly think about what they are asking...I know I do. And I'm not sure I have the right answer.