Turn on your television during the days between Christmas and New Year’s, and you’ll quickly notice all of the “best of the year” lists – 100 funniest reality TV moments, 25 most dramatic plays in sports, 10 best songs, etc., etc., etc. So, as we conclude 2015, I’m posting a similar list – the 16 shittiest things people said this year, to me or others, regarding Matthew’s death. Continue reading
Month: December 2015
Matthew Christopher – The fun we had naming him
Last spring, when I was pregnant with Matthew, my co-worker friends, AB and JVB, and I pulled an immature prank (surprising, right?). It was like our own much-watered-down version of MTV’s Catfish: The TV Show. Continue reading
Be gentle with yourself
Until Matthew died, I’d never heard this phrase. Since Matthew died, I hear it frequently. It’s almost as though it’s the anthem of the bereaved parent. Continue reading
Artists and lone wolves
Right after Matthew died, I left my bed only to meet visitors in our living room. One day, though, I just couldn’t. That day was especially dark, my “I want to die” feelings particularly intense. Mark warned ES I wouldn’t get up, gave her an easy out. But she visited anyway. Continue reading
Deepest thoughts; haphazard happenings
I believe in owning your truth. A local restaurant seems to be doing just that. With this sign, they’ve just come out with it, like, “Yep, our restrooms are effing disgusting. Protect yourself.” Warms my heart. Continue reading
A grief recipe with a silly story
It’s a dreary, rainy October day. I’m in a grief fog. I’ve cried all morning. Up ahead, AB and JVB practically skip, as we make our way to lunch. They’re excited I’ve approved a new spot – an Indian restaurant. Continue reading
The grief room
It’s Wednesday after Thanksgiving – my first day back to work after “vacation”. A colleague sits in my dark office. We’ve spoken little since Matthew died. Continue reading
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