I am a lighthouse. Or at least, I’m trying to be one. For you, mama. I’ve always held a romantic view of lighthouses. They stand on rough shorelines, emitting a a bright light that slices through darkness and fog, to keep ships and the people on them safe. They are strong, tall, shining beacons of assurance during nighttime and storms.…
Dear Jonah, How are you doing up there, my little guy? I bet you and Grandma Kelly are bringing so much joy to each other in Heaven. The other night, I had a dream with you in it! I hadn’t had any dreams about you just yet, and I...
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Grief changes you in a lot of ways. It can change your entire personality – not necessarily for the worse, but definitely different. You might become more cynical, more snarky, quieter, more introspective, more or less forgiving...
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My husband and I both went to college at UMD in Duluth, MN. It’s where we met, fell in love by Lake Superior, and hated to leave when we left for jobs in Minneapolis. In fact, my anxiety symptoms started after we moved. Somehow, I...
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In one of my sessions with my therapist, she mentioned that some people in the loss mom/grief community don’t like the term “healing”. Since that day, I’ve thought about that a lot. Every time I post something...
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I’ve been a book nerd for my entire life. I was the kind of kid who won class contests in middle school for reading the most pages, and I tried to be a Meteorologist in college, but couldn’t resist the pull of being an...
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Self-care…what is it, exactly? Obviously, self-care would mean caring for yourself, but how exactly do you do that when your heart is shattered and you can barely think or feel? Then after the shock fades and the depression sets...
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It’s now been one week less than 4 months since we lost our dear Jonah. In that time, I’ve just felt like I HAVE to do something to help as many others going through this as I possibly can. It’s been an incredibly hard...
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It’s practically unbearable. The commercials, the social media posts, the signs…it’s everywhere. It’s a dark cloud, enveloping me in grief. The woman who made me a daughter is not here, nor is the son who made me...
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Dear Jonah, If I had you I’d feel such joy, to love and hold you, my sweet little boy. We’d go for walks and snuggle lots, and have play dates with other tots. In my arms you’d be content, you’d be so cute; my...
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