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?
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
To my sweet girl.... I knew you were my girl at the 20 week ultrasound. December 4, 2006 to be exact. On that cold, dark evening Daddy and I went to the appointment after work. I remember the tech so clearly telling us it was you...our sweet pea. Little did I know who you would truly … Continue reading 10 years
So, let me understand, you didn't lose a child but yet you are upset and make it about you? how does that work?
A friend's child may be getting a fatal diagnosis today. I have been through death but I'm still processing this one. And finding perspective and hoping you do too.
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.
You stepped up...again. You didn't forget and with you I wouldn't be surviving.