Words for the Journey

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As I sit here, words fail me. There has been so much trauma and drama in my life that sometimes, I wait for the next shoe to fall, the next tragedy to strike. Then I shake myself and remind me that waiting for traumatic things to happen will not improve my life. To me, the worst that can happen is losing a child, I live with that loss every day.

When We Meet Again and Again#2… This is my second article on life, death, grief, and signs in a series whose quantity of writings is not quite clear at the moment.  I use the numbering sequence so I may keep track of the progression on the items I wish to share on these topics.

Grief invites synchronicities into ordinary moments, reminding us that more is possible than we know.There was a house in our little town which was painted pink from top to bottom.  My daughter Hannah loved this house.  In the last year of her life, each time we passed it, she would say, "That's where I am going to live!"

"I Held You As...."

As Mother's Day has now come to pass and Father's Day approaches Dad's are some times the forgotten grievers and stepdad's, well they feel almost nonexistent in their grief. Trust me, I know. My husband Bryan is the stepdad to my son Brian who we lost 16 months ago in an auto accident.

Loss and loneliness often go together.“People say they know what I’m going through. No, they don’t. They can’t,” Carter said.Grief is lonely. No one knows exactly how you feel. It was your relationship and your loss – yours alone.

 I have loved you for a thousand years...I'll love you for a thousand more (lyrics by Christina Perri) 

Note:  I wrote the following first entry to The Grief Tool Box over a week ago, before submitting it.  Last night, I found a letter I had written 24 days after the death of our son.  My tone and attitude were quite different than that of the following message.  Back then I hated God… His “Plan” was godless and if it was a reflection of His/Her way of having some form of resp

A Year of Grief