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
special needs child
Finding purpose. Finding peace.
Happy Birthday sweet girl. Another letter to you on what would have been your 11th birthday.
The greater plan
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
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
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
YOU are not the victim
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.
How are you?
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 didn’t forget
You stepped up...again. You didn't forget and with you I wouldn't be surviving.
Signs. Signs to know she is here, listening, loving and wrapping her arms around me.