I do good, then I do bad
Grief is a crazy ride. I was sitting at my computer before work. I was blasting some music, getting ready for my day. I heard a song that knocked me
Grief is a crazy ride. I was sitting at my computer before work. I was blasting some music, getting ready for my day. I heard a song that knocked me
My dad had some amazing sayings that he repeated all of my life. Too numerous to count. One of his favourites, when I would ask him, “Where are you going?”
April 17th has a few significant meanings for me. I never knew or understood the term, “complex grief” until 2018. From then on it has been one shot after another.You see,
As I sit here and reflect on the last year, it is almost impossible to think that you left this physical world one year ago today. I know once you
(Shared with permission) After my dad passed away I started writing. It helped me process my grief. Then 14 months later my mom died. I was able to write a
There are so many things to thank you for. I really cannot even begin to articulate, let alone put into words. I thank you for coming to me in my
You visited me in my dreams again last night. We talked and laughed. I shared with you about my days at work and how Alexa and I are kickboxing every
As I contemplated the title of this, I went back and forth. Should it say, “My dad WAS Santa” or “My dad IS Santa.” I do not like to think
Yes, you read the title correctly. I am sure you are wondering why in the world would I hate Fridays? I mean afterall, it’s FRIDAY! For most people, it is