Evening falling – a soft lamenting the lake draws me near. My heart is cold; isolating me from its pain. This head once brimming with ideas…
Learning who I am - a journey through faith
Category: Grief
Figuratively, anger goes well with red. Anger dealing with the miscarriage before he was born. The pregnancy solidified the desire for a child. I worked…
“Kindness is not just about how you treat others; it’s rooted in how you treat yourself.” — Londro Rinzler I was a pleaser. I volunteered in scouts for…
“Where is your son?”, sighed a soft masculine voice in a southern drawl. “He left me,” I replied turning to face who asked. No one is…
My children each carry a distinct aura. I can pick out their gait as they walk. There is something about their touch when I cannot see.…
While strolling through a warm meadow on a lazy June Sunday, something ripped me into a cruel parallel universe. Darkness presses in on every side with shadows…
What you don’t know about my grief, maybe everyone’s grief, is the raging battle within. Every action I take and every interaction I engage buffets me…
I don’t have a name. I don’t know what to do. I am not the person I used to be since Caleb died. Caleb was born…
