The View from the Hospital Recliner
The time was roughly 9:30 p.m. when I walked into room 108 with my overnight bag, pillow in hand, and…
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The time was roughly 9:30 p.m. when I walked into room 108 with my overnight bag, pillow in hand, and…
Continue ReadingI often cry when I remember him. It is common for me to tear up when he enters the conversation,…
Continue ReadingTrigger warning: This post discusses the death of a child. God, did you see me? There in the family waiting…
Continue ReadingDo you believe in signs? I do. I find them everywhere. In the tree my siblings planted at our cabin…
Continue ReadingYou weren’t planned. The surprise of all surprises, to say the least. But this is not how your story was…
Continue ReadingToday, I thought about my dad—just like I do every day. There was nothing special about today. It’s not his…
Continue ReadingTrigger warning: This post discusses the death of a spouse August 5th, 2012 was the last time I saw my…
Continue ReadingIt hit me at the most unexpected time. I was doing laundry, and threw one of my dad’s shirts in…
Continue ReadingI’m not really a cemetery person. I used to feel a little weird saying that out loud—like it meant I…
Continue ReadingDear Mama, Today, take a moment for yourself. A moment to reflect on this powerful journey. And just soak it…
Continue ReadingAfter my grandmother died, I expected grief to follow some kind of order. Maybe not a checklist, exactly—but something linear.…
Continue ReadingI can picture my mom sitting at her dining room table, the whirring of the old sewing machine filling the…
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