it’s a bad day and that’s ok.
Year 2: When grieving, other people seem to have a time frame for you. A time when they have become tired of your sadness, your struggle, you talking about your loved one. Our grief lasts much longer than the sympathy from others does. If you have a person in your life that has suffered a devastating… Continue reading Year 2
Close to nine years ago, I had found out I was pregnant for the third time. I was in shock. Disbelief. My husband was so excited. My sister laughed at me. Man she laughed at me. Not too much longer after me, she found out she was pregnant as well! She was super excited to… Continue reading Maybe, just maybe
I have been struggling. I don’t hide that. I am much more open about my grieving now. I think mourning freely makes processing all of it easier. I collapsed last week. I completely crumbled. The weight of grief is heavy. My mind wants to write. It wants to get out of bed. Share our story… Continue reading The four chambers of your heart
Grief has an existence all its own. Yes, the ideation sounds ludicrous. Before my sister died, I would have laughed at this thought. Yet today, here I sit writing about it in complete seriousness. In the beginning, grief fells all-consuming. It feels like it is you. You can not function. You are in shock. You… Continue reading Its own entity
This March, there will be no bad news. There can’t be a day worse than the one before when it comes to your health. No doctor’s office will call me trying to find you. No appointment reminders. No text messages. No test results. Nothing. This March, I realized that no matter how hard or frustrating… Continue reading This March
Four years ago- 2013 You wanted to do something “different” with your hair. So you came over, loaded with junk food and your Pepsi from Luke’s (gas station). I bleached the “under” part of your hair so that no matter what color you picked to put under it, it would be bright. We stayed up… Continue reading 4, 3,2,1…Today