This story is far longer than I intended for it to be. But the story of Matthew’s life is beautiful, the story of his death is traumatic, dramatic, and complicated, and his impact and legacy deserve recognition. So here we go… Continue reading
It’s amazing – the thoughts I’ll entertain in my darkest moments – the desperation that can emerge from the depths of my sorrow… Mark gets weirded out and thinks I’m cray-cray, but I don’t think my thoughts are totally unique – I’ve heard others who’ve lost someone near and dear express similar thoughts, regardless of their actual spiritual beliefs. Continue reading
I’ve fired four therapists in my life. I’m zero for four. Formal therapy can be really awesome, and it helps a lot of people, and I’d like for me to be one of those people, but so far, no such luck. Continue reading
Glowinthewoods, a website for bereaved parents, refers to us baby loss moms as “medusas”. I didn’t get it at first (I’m not well versed in Greek mythology), but now I do. Continue reading
In the very early days, I avoided the mailbox. This was because I rarely got out of bed. Hell, I was barely functioning. Brushing my teeth, showering, eating, and maybe taking a walk was all I could hope to accomplish. Besides, I already knew what was in the mailbox… So I let others bring in the cards. Continue reading
So this past Monday, I journeyed around the city attending Public Storage auctions. That’s right – my very own version of Storage Wars. Continue reading
Blogging is new – completely out of character for my shy self. But three months ago, my baby died. And what do you do after your baby dies? You start a journal. Because your therapist, and everyone else you know, recommends it – so you can process all of your complicated thoughts about everything you’ve been through and how no one understands. And I like to write. Continue reading
