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It Goes On
Read more: It Goes OnWhen I was a child, my father had a darkroom in our basement. If I close my eyes, I can still smell the bitter chemicals and see the reddish light barely illuminating the room. I did not know exactly what he was doing in there, taking paper from one chemical into another and then hanging…
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When The Road is No More
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Read more: When The Road is No MoreWordPress reminded me of a blog I posted eight years ago. I wrote the piece below not knowing that I would discover what happens when the second road ends. For twenty-four years we drove on our road and were grateful. We knew the alternative would have required the impossible of us and now it has.…
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Scripture for the Hard Times
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Read more: Scripture for the Hard TimesThere is a level of deep grief and when we are in it, Scripture and platitudes do not help. Nothing seems to help. Four months after losing my precious son I am just beginning to emerge long enough to remember and hold onto some of God’s promises. May they encourage you.
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The Split
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Read more: The SplitThis day will take more strength than I thought, sweet boy. I pray it doesn’t take more than I have. Today is Mother’s Day and you aren’t here. Thankfully, your brothers and Grandma are, so we will celebrate. There is now a split in my Mother’s Day. I will celebrate with two children while grieving…
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The Gift I Never Asked For
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Read more: The Gift I Never Asked ForHolding Grief and Gratitude After Losing a Child Grief is a thief. She takes from every corner, yet sometimes she leaves quiet, involuntary gifts to families like ours. Sweet boy, while I am waiting for rebuilding to begin, if it ever does, I wonder who I will become. I will always be your mom and…
