There’s An Urn Where Her Smile Should Be
Have you ever sat in the mortician’s office? I have. I never planned on it. Nobody does. But then you…
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Have you ever sat in the mortician’s office? I have. I never planned on it. Nobody does. But then you…
Continue ReadingOn this day. Four years ago. We became man and wife. I’ve cried hard many a day. This. One of…
Continue ReadingOn this ordinary day in the NICU, I went to fill my bottle in the kitchen after my 1 p.m.…
Continue ReadingIt’s crazy to me how so many years have gone by since my mom died, yet every now and then,…
Continue ReadingI had a son. His name was Brendan. He would have been 11 years old this September. The kids were…
Continue ReadingMy 7-year-old daughter, Emma, died seven years ago from complications associated with Pantothenate Kinase Associated Neurodegeneration, an extremely rare and…
Continue ReadingThe night before my mother’s suicide, I was alone in my apartment having a particularly sad and dramatic pity party…
Continue ReadingSometimes, I just close my eyes and picture him. I remember his smile. His soft voice. His gentle touch with…
Continue ReadingToday my children visited their grandmother, or as we call her Memeré (French for Grandma). It wasn’t like most visits…
Continue ReadingCards. Meals. Visits. Gifts. Day after day these things arrived at my door right after my husband died leaving me…
Continue ReadingTo the friend who just lost a parent: I see you there, sunglasses pulled down over your eyes covering the…
Continue ReadingIt seems as though I’m in good company in the Motherless Daughters Club these days. While it’s hard to watch…
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