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• To My Mommy And Daddy.
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I lost my kid

He should be here

I shout on rooftops

for all to hear

They look at me

And point and shrug

Don't you hear me knocking?

I thought you were my friend

I really want to talk to you,

Please, please  let me in. 

I tried calling you 

In an effort to spread word of the book, "Shannon's Gift," I joined a widow and widower support group on Facebook – sadly, it has 3,605 members, not including me. 

Guilt is a relentless, soul-sucking monster. Hearts groan under “What if…” and “If only…” To say that we want things to be different is a gross understatement.

Even though it pains me to "re-live" this last phone call you ever made just hours before you passed, it is the best thing anyone could hope for when someone is suddenly ripped from them.  

Jay, You passed away unexpectedly 9 years to the date of "US" 7/28/14.  

I wrote a blog today about my precocious toddler, a subject that’s always easy for me, and one where material is readily available. But despite a topic I adore, and a full post written, I just couldn’t get my mind off of loss. I felt affected by a melancholy sadness, and I couldn’t seem to fully pull my mind away from the fact.

When you left,

I cried each day,

Still hard to believe