Two months prior to losing my son, during the intensity of his treatment, the gravity of his illness at its heaviest and clinging to the hope of a miracle, my aunt died unexpectedly at the age of 56. I remember the distinct feeling in my heart as my mom was telling me she'd died, that … Continue reading Life lost
I had a moment to breathe, look up, and wonder in awe at the beauty of our Earth. As I laid on my back, staring up at the afternoon sky after a brief thunderstorm, I thought of you in Heaven. Though I know you are there and not so far away, when I stared at … Continue reading Pieces of Heaven
In the eighteen months since losing my son, I've navigated grief by tirelessly running my body and brain, hating the world and everyone in it, blaming myself, and trying like hell to find ways to heal. The journey is endless and the path is dense and crooked, but I continue to search for answers that … Continue reading Praying for roadkill
Everyone has their 'people.' Those special few you can count on in a crisis, those who speak truth even if it's hard to hear, those who remind you of your strength when you feel weakest. If you're lucky, and work hard at your relationships, offer kindness and empathy, then you are probably someone's 'person.' One … Continue reading ‘People’ vs. ‘Friends’
F*** Cancer. The only two words in my journal one month after I lost my three-year-old son. Of course, in my journal, the word was spelled out in capital letters across the whole page. It was the only thought I could express that day. The only feeling I had. Feelings of sadness, anger, helplessness, against … Continue reading Thoughts on Cancer
Without my sweet angel in Heaven, so many blessings I have today would not have been introduced in my life. My angel, though I would give anything to have him here with me on Earth, watching him grow, relishing every sweet moment of his existence, is helping me to live happy each and every day. … Continue reading An angel’s magic
I will readily admit I am not the most self-motivated individual, especially in regards to fitness. I was an active kid, involved in every sport I could try, and played competitively through college. But as an adult, fifteen years, four abdominal surgeries and about twenty pounds later, activity is a little tougher than it used … Continue reading Close to you
If you are anything like me, when you get even a short breath, a moment without tears, a minute of relief, you will start to grasp at anything to not feel the pain of grief. Because the pain of grief is unlike any other hurt, or ache, or sadness. You can't relieve the pain of … Continue reading To those grieving
I had a crazy chance encounter today that reminded me what a small world it truly is. I ran into an old friend I hadn't seen in over ten years. She is someone I knew very briefly, but remember fondly, and we had lost touch after living in different cities and taking separate paths. But … Continue reading Nothing’s changed
I used to say that guilt is a waste of energy. If you feel guilty, make a change. Apologize when you err, correct your wrongdoings, prevent them from happening again. If we are in control of how we feel, then there is no space for guilt to exist. If we try to be good, do … Continue reading The guilt
Parenting Angels 