I woke up on Sunday, May 1st, 1994, depressed. I was 26 weeks pregnant. I walked into the living room silent and sad. My husband immediately asked if I was ok. “I don’t feel pregnant anymore,” I mumbled. Words didn’t even want to come out of me. Putting his hands on my belly, he tried to reassure me, I was still pregnant. What I didn’t know was yes, I was still carrying our son, however, he was no longer alive. I …Continue reading»
2015 was one of my most challenging years. I found myself not loving life and really feeling like life didn’t love me. And, this all felt foreign to my natural happy, positive, and optimistic self. I’ve been doing my own work. Some of the best things I did for myself during this time was… be honest with those closest to me. When they asked how I was I was honest. Honoring what I was feeling with people who felt safe …Continue reading»
I was listening to Pandora the other day and James Taylor’s How Sweet It Is (To Be Loved By You) was playing. This song reminds me of my dad. My dad died from cancer on his 38th birthday – I was 17. I recently saw a Facebook post from a friend about the loss of her dad. She said from the time he was diagnosed with cancer until he passed was but a speck in his life yet she continued …Continue reading»
Yes, this is the way to do it. This is the way we do it. Connect with loved ones, celebrate, and honor those that have left us.
I was MIA. Emotionally. Mentally.
It was May 1994. I was numb walking into the house to pack my bags for the hospital…