Grief

A little dose of more than I can bear

Fighting, crying and me stepping away from it all for just a moment marks a difficult end to a difficult week. Or is it two? It is hard to keep track when everything seems to be falling apart and even garden weeds bring me to tears. Everything seems to be falling apart and I need to pick up the pieces.…

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How am I?

We’re coming up on six months, and time passes strangely. I no longer feel quite so strongly like I am being dragged involuntarily through time, away from the last time I held my little boy. But the days are still slow and the nights long. Except that the weeks fly by and I cannot believe we are closing in on…

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Grief

The words that were left behind ~ Words Matter

Bug sits on the porch, head in her hands, staring at the ground. “‘Unter . . .’Opper . . .” I hear her say quietly with the same sing songy lilt I used to call the dogs when we first moved out here. “‘Unter . . .’Opper . . .” The words used to fill this house. “‘Unter . .…

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Grief

Our memory quilt

Sometimes words completely fail me. Words themselves seem so inadequate to express my gratitude. To a stranger who called in the midst of the deepest of my sorrow. Who asked if she could make this for our family. I remember thinking at the time, “How did you get my number again?” And being lost in the turmoil of my emotions,…

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Tiggysaurus

My baby wrestles dragons. A pink little dragon with purple horns, to be exact. He grabs it by the ears, bites its horns and rolls on top of it growling and smiling and giggling. Sometimes, the dragon gets the upper hand and topples the baby back on his back. Then my little dragon slayer stuffs its whole muzzle into his…

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