Finding Joy and Contentment in the Ordinary
I have lost five babies in the womb. And not until recently have I understood the depths of sorrow that a miscarriage can bring to the heart. In our society, we are pressured and pushed to think that life in the womb is not nearly as precious and cherished as life held in our physical… Continue reading They Mattered
So with this grieving thing, I am still learning as I go. Having lost before, I can say that this loss is so much different. I heard the quote that said: "What greater grief can there be for mortals than to see their children dead?"~Joan Didion I find this true. I am not belittling anyone… Continue reading One Call
Dear Molly, I thought of you today. I think of you everyday. Every minute, really, as I go about the "normal" things of the day. I say "normal" because really nothing is normal anymore. Since the day you left, my life line was severed and a new one began. Sure, some things are parallel to… Continue reading If I Could Write You in Heaven
I love it when I have plans to be all spiritual and mature and then WHAM! God decides it's time for me to stop faking it and get real for a minute. By now, most people know I am anything but proper, reserved, or got it all together. It's easy to be a mess in… Continue reading Honest Ramblings
Teaching long division is like going to the doctor for an amputation and finding out there are no numbing medications. I find myself often gazing at the wall, envisioning banging my head against it so that I can feel something other than fury and frustration. (Listen, I know I need Jesus. I'm working on it.)… Continue reading Remember
As we get closer to December 25th, the bells seem to chime louder, cookies pile higher, and the lights get brighter. We are blasted, from November 1st, with the reminder of what the average American thinks of when it comes to Christmas. I'm not talking about the birth of Christ. I am talking about the… Continue reading ‘Tis the Season
Having been in the bereaved parent circle for a while now, I have come across a number of parents that seem to echo similar flaws in today's society when it comes to grieving, in particular, the grief of a parent. I, myself, have felt many of the same things these parents have. Yet, no matter… Continue reading I Am Your Worst Nightmare
When we moved to Tampa, back in 2007, we knew we hit the jackpot. Warm, sunny weather... check. Tons to do... check. Tropical paradise... double-check. Samantha was only 7 months at the time, so this is all she has ever known. Molly and Clara were both born in the house we live in now. (Well,… Continue reading Left Behind
It's about 1:00 am. I've been up for 20 hours. So you would think it crazy that I sit here in the dining room, in the still of the night, questioning what we went through nine months ago. And yet here I am. Shaken. Traumatized. Unable to sleep. Tears streaming down my cheeks. For the… Continue reading My PTSD
So I am starting this particular blog like no other. For it's this morning that I really don't know what to say. I just know that I need to write. It's been a very hard few weeks in the DIPG community. And even as I type this, I feel like these words leave my mouth… Continue reading RIP
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