By Kathy Wetsell The Legacy Our Mothers Leave Is In the Details
It has been two months and nine days since my mom passed away. The first several weeks were spent on…
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By Kristyna Moore My Husband Is By My Side Through Every Storm
The year 2025 began as a quiet storm. I was slipping into the fog of depression while navigating the early…
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By Daphne Bach Greer Netflix Captured What I’ve Treasured for 17 Years: My Daughter’s Room Exactly How She Left It
It was a Sunday evening. I was alone, scrolling through Netflix, searching for something, anything, to fill the quiet. Then…
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Nobody Prepares You for Losing a Parent
Nobody prepares you for the loss of a parent. How could they? How do you explain the surreal feeling of…
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Love Never Leaves
“They’ve found a spot on your daddy’s pancreas.” The tearful words my mama said to me on that Monday. Words…
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By Kora Michaud As a Funeral Director and a Mom, I Want My Kids To Learn To Grieve
The rhythm of childhood for my children has always moved to a different tempo. While other kids grew up to…
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By Elizabeth Pershing To the Widow Tired of being Strong
Intellectually, I understand the compliment given to me more times than I can count: "You are so strong." My first…
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The Empty Chair
The holidays are fun. And hard. I always feel so blessed. And also so empty at times. Each aspect of…
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By Michelle Moreno-Apolo 10 Years after My Mother’s Death, Her Faith Still Guides Me
Growing up, I was a reluctant Catholic. My mother would drag us to church, and I'd go through the motions—fingers…
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By Brittany Moore Healing Through the Holidays
Last night, as I was tucking my children into bed, my 7-year-old little old soul, my tiny empath who feels…
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By Lindsey Jordan To My Aging Dad, Whose Memory Is Failing
Dad, you just turned 70, a milestone I never expected to see. You had your first heart attack in your…
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By Kelsey Scism Grieving through the Holidays Is Like Running a Marathon on a Sprained Ankle
I don’t remember much about my daughter’s first Christmas. I was 24, my daughter was nearly a year, and my…
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