Helping. Healing. Caring.
Honestly-I’m just thankful one more dreaded “1st” has passed.I’m thankful for those who took the time to remember and acknowledge our sweet Mercy and Sam in this painful time, and to remind us of how much they were loved and are missed. I’m thankful beyond measure for ALL of my children. And yet-Every day feels […]
Mornings suck. Especially this one, since I woke up crying AGAIN and just didn’t want to get out of bed. But as I lay there, drifting in and out of sleep, I could hear the sounds of Charley & Max, dumping legos on the floor, inventing in their room, laughing as they enjoyed the freedom of […]
that’s what is in the driveway of our new house. A house I never wanted, in a place I wanted to come back to in 3 years. When we were done at Parris Island and ready to start yet another USMC adventure. With all FIVE of our kids. When they called on Friday […]
is how I start most days lately. As the shock has worn off, I’m like a wound with no scab-constantly bruised by the littlest reminders. This morning it was Max being funny and eating his cereal like a dog…it reminded me of the pudding eating contest at the Chocolate Festival that Mercy tried so valiantly […]
to hold them. Im consumed by a burning desire to read them a book, sing them a song, brush their hair back, clip their little nails, hear their giggles and sweet voices…but I can’t even look at their pictures. But I SO desperately want to. NEED to. I want to sit and watch every […]
because we moved. AGAIN. 4th temporary house in 2 months and 10 days. It also happens to be the 2 month mark for my close pal, Cassie, in the loss of her son, Noah. The fact that we are walking this journey together seems so surreal that I can’t even find the words to describe […]
despite the joyless pit I’m in.Those around move on with their days,as I’m reminded in too many ways,that MY days will forever feel wrong,and my time till I see them again too long.My heart is fractured and filled with pain,although-my loss is Heaven’s gain.Watching the dreams of other’s fulfilled,observing how their lives they will build,crushes […]
when we are so painfully reminded of death? In the darkness, I slowly crawled out of sleep this morning, painfully aware that on this 2 month anniversary of Mercy & Sammy’s home going, it is also the day my husband would normally “celebrate” his birth. My husband. The man I’ve held as he has cried […]
are my nighttime companions lately. Blue Bear was Sammy’s favorite buddy that he commandeered from Charley several years ago and Teddy was MY Kringle bear that Mercy discovered in a box some time ago and just fell in love with. There was no travel completed, no nighttime endured and no snuggle time complete without those […]
is how I feel today. Grieving your children when you have no home is beyond draining. Maybe it’s why I can’t seem to find my way in my grief. It’s so frustrating to feel aimless and without rest. I desperately want to see and hold their things, to sleep in my own bed, to wrap […]