
When God Doesn’t Wipe Away the Tears
Almost 17 months. Just over 73 weeks. 512 days. 12,288 hours. This is how long it has been since I last saw my daughter alive.
Almost 17 months. Just over 73 weeks. 512 days. 12,288 hours. This is how long it has been since I last saw my daughter alive.
I am so very excited to be a part of the 2019 Grief Symposium! If you are grieving a loss, I would like to tell
I am working hard to publish my journal and many of my social media entries in a one-volume book. It is so difficult for me
Darling Baby Girl, You died before I realized you had lived. I can only imagine that you would have looked like your five older siblings
We were stopped at a red light and almost at school when it hit her. It had been building up the past several weeks. The
My darling Maggie, How are you today? Silly question, I know! The answer is that you are wonderful! I know you play with the children
It is that time of year again. When Maggie died last May we were in our last week of homeschool classes and beginning our summer
The Unexpected Struggle With Time After Maggie died I have often heard the phrase, “I could never imagine.” There were many things I had never
I am beyond excited to post here for the first time! So many thanks to Fr. Dave Dwyer for interviewing me last week on the
As I clean the kid’s bedroom I bent down to pick up a toy. It was hers. Her favorite. In a nanosecond, I am transported