Posted on November 23, 2015
I remember the first Thanksgiving without him. The first real holiday we would gather and my husband of 25 years, and father to our three sons, would not be there. He died almost 5 months before. And I felt nowhere near ready to face a family holiday such as this. Advertisements
Posted on February 8, 2015
“Grief and suffering don’t care what you endured the month before. They will come again anyway, and expect you to deal with them.” –Michelle Cushatt
Posted on March 29, 2014
I lied on Instagram. OK, maybe it wasn’t a total lie. But it wasn’t the whole truth either. When I posted a photo of the sign pictured here that hangs above the door in my garage,
Posted on March 18, 2012
It is Roger’s birthday today. Or it would have been. He would have turned 50 on this day. But you know what? I’m ok today. I am.
Posted on February 22, 2012
When I first lost Roger and was sure I would never make it through the deep valley of the shadow of death, there was a song I would sing in the valley.
Posted on October 7, 2010
In the notes of a song or the scent of a shirt. In the softness of a blanket or the crease of a shoe. In a picture on a table or a note in a drawer. That’s where grief lives. In a view from a window or the silence in a room. In a book […]
Posted on June 27, 2010
Today my boys gave me a card they had made in honor of this first anniversary of Roger’s death. And of course, before I even read it, there were tears. I knew they would offer loving, encouraging words that would honor their dad because they are the young men he raised them to be. From […]