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
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Brave and Strong but Broken
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
10 years
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
Processing…
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.
You didn’t forget
You stepped up...again. You didn't forget and with you I wouldn't be surviving.
Signs
Signs. Signs to know she is here, listening, loving and wrapping her arms around me.
Waves of Grief
The waves of grief hit. And hit hard. But I'm thankful.
It is not your door.
I've had this in draft for almost 2 months wondering if I should post. I read a quote that resonated with me..."When you come out of a storm you won't be the same person that walked in...that's what a storm is about." So here I am relating to the door on a house. Some people like the color of my door and some don't. But it was my storm, my door - my house.
It Takes a Village
I say goodbye again. A reminder of my child now gone is that I no longer need my village.
Year Two
The silence of grief is sometimes deafening. The reality of year two is painful.
Loving Lydia 