My husband and daughter are about an hour away, learning all the cool things that come with being part of an outdoor education club, and instead of hanging out with friends and sipping on a cinnamon mocha, I’m inside my house, NOT cleaning, not doing anything but panicking. I am terrified I’m going to lose…
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A Different Kind Of Grief
Continue...Now, I apologise if I sound like a bitch writing all of this, but this is life. But I’ve seen this talked about quite a bit and I’ve been mulling it over in my head. When we were trying to get pregnant, with every failed attempt came a deeper sense of upset every time someone…
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The Storm That Topples You
Continue...Behind my grandmother’s house, you’ll find acres of wooded land. While walking through after a recent storm, I saw a large tree uprooted and splintered on the ground. I didn’t spend time counting the rings on that tree, but it is safe to say its years outnumbered mine. It had weathered thousands of storms. Gallons…
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Learning to Let Go Like the Trees
Continue...Fall has always been one of my favorite times of the year. There is just something about the crispness of the air, the colors, the cinnamon smell that seems to be in the air of every building I enter. Fall is the start of the holiday season as we quickly move from costumes to turkeys…
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Yes, You Could Survive It
Continue...Before I had children, my cousin lost his third child to anencephaly, a condition in which the forebrain does not develop. Erin lived for four hours before succumbing in the arms of her parents. I remember when my mother called and told me about the diagnosis. I was stunned and grieving for my cousin and…
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Losing My Son Led Me To My Purpose – And My Passion
Continue...When I was younger, I thought I knew what having a purpose meant. I had no clue what my possible purpose was or was to be, but I thought I understood what people meant when they said that they had found their purpose. Adults would claim that they were meant to be doing whatever it…
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We Couldn’t Live There Anymore
Continue...Re-entering the real world after our daughter died was painful. Simple trips to the grocery store became a minefield of grief. It was so emotional to recount our loss to the unknowing cashier and felt devastating to see others avoid us only to scurry down another aisle. It wasn’t only the grocery store that was…
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