My Mom Passed away and I Don’t Know Who I Am Anymore
For the last sixteen months of her life, I was one of my mother’s primary caregivers, and now that she’s…
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For the last sixteen months of her life, I was one of my mother’s primary caregivers, and now that she’s…
Continue ReadingIn February, you will have been gone a year. How is that right? It was just yesterday. I still remember…
Continue ReadingMy daughter wobbled toward me in silver, square-toed go-go boots, one heel dislodged and flopping against our hallway’s faux wood…
Continue ReadingI’m not ready. Not ready for time to just keep trudging forward without her. Four years have gone by, and…
Continue ReadingIt’s been 14 years since she left. It’s like a lifetime ago and yesterday at the same time. The loss…
Continue ReadingI prayed to see my momma die. Please don’t click away yet or judge me harshly after five seconds. I…
Continue ReadingMy dad ran off with a woman from California. When you put it like that, it sounds salacious and a…
Continue ReadingThe other day someone asked me how my grief has changed over the years since losing a parent at such…
Continue ReadingUnlike most people, I don't associate black as a color with the idea of death. When I think of death, I…
Continue ReadingMy mom died. She died, but I became free. For the very first time in my life, I’m not worried…
Continue ReadingI had a dream about my mom last night. It’s rare when this happens but last night's dream was unlike…
Continue ReadingMy mom died at the age of 45. Yes, just 45. Around Mother's Day, the reality of just how young…
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