These Final Gifts from My Mom Are Hard to Let Go
My daughter wobbled toward me in silver, square-toed go-go boots, one heel dislodged and flopping against our hallway’s faux wood…
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My daughter wobbled toward me in silver, square-toed go-go boots, one heel dislodged and flopping against our hallway’s faux wood…
Continue ReadingTwo weeks after my daughter was born, my dad drove from Pennsylvania to our home in Florida to stay with…
Continue ReadingTen years. That number is ingrained in my mind as I stare blankly at gray walls. A well-known cancer doctor…
Continue ReadingIt was a few weeks after I lost my mom, and I was silently praising myself for how well I…
Continue ReadingSince my mom died almost two years ago, my life has mostly been defined by the word "loneliness." However, in…
Continue ReadingI cried in church this morning. It wasn’t the beautiful hymns sung by the angelic choir. It wasn’t the poignant…
Continue ReadingI have vivid memories of mornings as a child. I would wake up and go downstairs into the living room…
Continue ReadingIt’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas, and I hate it. Every twinkling light, every cute decoration, every song,…
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 ReadingShe turns four this month. How did that happen so quickly? Wasn’t I just watching her tiny profile on the…
Continue ReadingThe other day someone asked me how my grief has changed over the years since losing a parent at such…
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