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Tag: the sweeter side of grief
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So, it wasn’t the best day. I backed up into my husband’s car in the dark, on my way to a meeting. I didn’t see it in the mirrors. It was dark. (Did I mention that?) Well, it left a healthy size dent in the front, and needless to say, the tension began. I felt…
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As I approach my 14th Christmas without Lydia, tears are still shed and my heart remains scarred. As I approach my 14th Christmas without Lydia, tears are still shed and my heart remains scarred. I miss her with every grain of my being, yet I look forward to experiencing the joy and wonder of the…
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It was November 27, 2002 and the clock had just turned past midnight. After a rigorous 24 hours of labor and nearly missing an emergency C-section, early this Wednesday morning my beautiful daughter Lydia Marie was born, weighing 8 lbs 2 oz. and covered in a full head of dark hair. Heavily medicated and exhausted, I…
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The day WILL come… When you realize you haven’t cried in days When you are able to look at their photos and smile When you are so thankful to be their mom When you feel a twinge of happiness amidst the tears, remembering how silly they used to be When you share…
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July 16, 2018, marked ten years since our car accident-when a routine commute to work on a hot summer day, ended with my daughter gone and my son and I in the hospital. I remember clearly- it was nearly evening time that day and we were finally allowed to leave the hospital. I was heavily…
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I didn’t really fathom the enormity of the meaning of Easter until after Lydia died, my adorable five-year old baby girl. I knew absolutely nothing about death until July 16, 2008. Prior to that, it was elusive to me. It was terrifying, and something I shied away from in every conversation that arose. Death was…