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The Question
Read more: The QuestionI took Baby to get his hair cut. I think he has grown taller since you left. The hairdresser couldn’t believe he was only thirteen years old. Since we were there, I checked to see if they could squeeze me in. It has been at least two years since I had a professional haircut. They…
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The Wall
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Read more: The WallI have heard grief described as waves in the ocean, elevators, rubberband balls, and roller coasters. It is all those things at once. Grief isn’t just an analogy. It is raw. It is ruthless. It is reckless. It is my temporary reality. Grief is crying seeing the walls where you made them dirty. I can…
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Books
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Read more: BooksGrandma has been cleaning out my closet to make space for your things, sweet boy. I can’t bring myself to let anything of yours go other than your bed. I will sort through your toys and clothes once I am stronger. She found books in a dusty box. Titles like, “Even This”, “Just Enough Light…
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In the Land
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Read more: In the LandIn the land of tomorrows I cannot find you there Until my last one when we will finally hug once again. In the land of today my being cries out as I seek a glimpse in the illusive breeze, desperate to feel perhaps you are still somehow here. Finding only space and tears I seek…
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Hugs
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Read more: HugsI picked up Nathan by myself yesterday. It was the first time I have since you left. Every day around ten a.m. you would start signing “Pick up baby” and you would get so mad when I told you it would be several hours more. Finally, at 2:50 pm Monday through Friday you would squeal…
Patience to Endure 