My Mom was all about kindness and helping where she could. My Daddy was all about trust, but verify. Apparently I am more Phyllis than…
Grief is an odd thing. On days that you think you will melt into a puddle, you don’t. You power through. Then there are days…
Recently, I’ve gotten my faith back. I guess I should say I’m comfortable with my faith again. It was never truly gone. It was just…
I am typically excited to close out a year and welcome the next. Not this year, though. I will be inching into a year that…
I have dreaded this day, since the day my Mom died in July. My first Christmas without her. No, I’ve not spent all 57 Christmases…
Her hugs, warm and lingering. Her giggle, it reminded me of my Grandpa, her Dad. Her smell, a mixture of hairspray, Suave lotion, Arm&Hammer detergent…
Where do I begin? Let’s start with a question most of us ask all the time…How are you? It seems easy enough, but for those…
We are entering into what used to be my favorite time of the year…the holiday season. But here we are traveling this grief journey. I.…
I don’t really know how to begin this post. I’ve sat with your death for a week now. It came to me this afternoon that…
My hands have become my Mom’s hands. I noticed it a couple of weeks ago. I looked down at my right hand and it took…