A new year = a new normal. From December 2017 to December 2018 was a trying time. Within that span of a year we; my sister, my husband, my kids and myself, lost a dog, a father, a brother, my husband's step-mom and a nephew. Death seems to have surrounded us. 2019 has got to... Continue Reading →
Moving On
December 13th was like any other day in my house. Well, maybe it was even a little lighter than any other day in recent history. I wasn't bogged down with the sadness and guilt that's been slowly eating at me every day for the past year. I wasn't dwelling on the fact that my dad... Continue Reading →
Unstable
I can not get my head on straight this morning. It's a morning of sadness, anger and fear. It's a morning of mourning. Hell, it's been a year of mourning. And I am ready for it to be done. We're coming up on the one-year death date for my dad. On December 17th it will... Continue Reading →
The Process of Dying
I haven't had it in me to write about my brother and the experiences that surround his passing since my last post. I am the queen of avoidance coping, what can I say? I feel like the record needs to be set straight; however, regarding the details of his death. Some of the things we... Continue Reading →
Lift With Care
I think I dreamed of my dad and my brother last night. I can't fully remember if I did or if I just woke up with them heavy on my mind. Sometimes one is better than the other. All that I am left with at this point is the question of "when does it end"? ... Continue Reading →