After Loss
Life after a funeral
Life after a funeral doesn’t need to be spent in what ifs or what could have been; it’s time to reach out to your family. Everyone is going through their own turmoil as we age: Health, making ends meet, the death of family, friends and even sadly the death of our children. So, it’s now has been six years since we buried our oldest son, Charlie.
Celebrating The Fourth of July and seeing Signs of the Beyond Life:
Celebrating The Fourth of July and seeing Signs of the Beyond Life:
To medicate or not through Grief!
A parent's worst time comes when a child is lost. The loss is horrible and the aftermath of self-evaluation of each parent can be a painful endeavor that can last for life in some cases.As a friend once told me, “Judy, everyone handles grief in their way.” For me, it was going to see my Doctor seek help with my grief.
It’s said to be one of the worst things that can happen to a person: experiencing the death of a child.
It’s said to be one of the worst things that can happen to a person: experiencing the death of a child.There’s a story behind each child lost. My unhappy journey began in 2009, when my oldest son Charlie, 23, died of pneumonia.
There’s a story behind each child lost
It’s said to be one of the worst things that can happen to a person: experiencing the death of a child. There’s a story behind each child lost. My unhappy journey began in 2009, when my oldest son Charlie, 23, died of pneumonia.
AND NOW THERE IS ONE
MERRY CHRISTMAS MY LOVE IN HEAVEN
And Now There Is One
As I sit and ponder what to write, I still can’t believe that I am completely alone on this Christmas Eve. The silence is deafening. I don’t remember a time in my life ever that I was completely and utterly alone on Christmas. A time that should be celebrated with family. A time, most of all, celebrating the birth of our Savior Jesus Christ.
Don't you hear me ...
Don't you hear me knocking?I thought you were my friendI really want to talk to you,Please, please let me in. I tried calling you
The 3 i's The ignorant, the insensitive and the idiot
“Through their eyes!”The 3 i’s; The ignorant, the insensitive and the idiotWhat to say to a grieving person
He Is My Son - Not My "Baby"
I watched him grow throughout the weeks on the black and white screen of an ultrasound machine. His little legs and arms were longer every time I got to see him. I was in awe of his tiny fingers as they waved and his tiny feet as they danced within me. I remember at one of my prenatal appointments he turned his head perfectly ...