I 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... Continue Reading →
It is another beautiful day, sweet boy. I feel a little steadier today. Still so very sad and lost but steady in this place. Steve took me to the Overlook Produce to look at plants. I was afraid of how I might react when I saw Buc-ees across the street. How you loved that place!... Continue Reading →
It is a beautiful day today, sweet boy. The kind of day you would sit on the swing and with furious determination scroll through your Ipad. I managed to catch up on watering plants and even repotted a couple. Still, most of the day was spent on the couch unpacking the medical trauma from two... Continue Reading →
Here it is. A decade has passed since I found Gary in the woods dead from a single gun shot. Time is a strange thing post trauma and I've covered a lot of ground since then. The day is now, mostly, an historical remembrance more than an emotional one. For my children though it is... Continue Reading →
Soul healing is messy business. When I think of healing, my mind automatically goes to that of someone who needs to take it easy. I see someone resting in a bed somewhere. I don’t imagine the grueling hours of therapy. I don't think of the sweat and the pain just desperately trying to get back... Continue Reading →
Patience to Endure 