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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The holidays are fun. And hard. I always feel so blessed. And also so empty at times. Each aspect of…
Continue ReadingI was 17 years old and a senior in high school when my father passed away after a lengthy battle…
Continue ReadingMy dad has been gone for over a year. The grief has gotten better, as I had been told it…
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 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…
Continue ReadingGrief is really hard. You can have days of feeling absolutely fine, then suddenly, it’s the middle of the day…
Continue ReadingSome children are blessed with the very best grandmothers who seem to shine as bright as the heavens. Mine were…
Continue ReadingI take my children to the cemetery every summer to celebrate my mother’s birthday. The first time I did this,…
Continue ReadingFor many people, the holidays are a season of delight and celebration, a time when magic happens. But for some,…
Continue ReadingShe faked a heart attack so that I'd have a Cabbage Patch Doll. She sat in the front row for…
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