grief

Carry Me

  These two pictures define the last few weeks for me. The first is something that I received in the mail. Notice how the stamp says, “Please do not bend,” and it has clearly been bent to fit inside my... Continue reading →

Isabelle’s Stocking

My husband comes from an Italian family with many traditions. There are certain movies that are watched, foods that are always made, and a certain ornament that is always licked (EW!) each Christmas. My own family’s traditions are a bit... Continue reading →

Being Thankful is a Choice

In years past, on Thanksgiving, I enjoyed many wonderful meals with family while we shared all of the things for which we were thankful.  I can recall numerous childhood Thanksgivings surrounded by grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins.  Some were spent in... Continue reading →

Surviving a Trigger Day

Upon sitting down in church this morning, a woman sitting near us turned to me and asked, “Did you have your baby?” I forced a smile as my heart raced and responded, “ Yes.” She congratulated me and I thanked... Continue reading →

A Very Valuable Lesson

“How has your day been today?” asks a smiling girl at the beginning of my last class of the day.  Her jeans are too small and have holes.  I have a feeling that things are rough at home for her. ... Continue reading →

For All The Saints

November 1st has always been a day of celebration in our family. Not only is it All Saints’ Day, it is my sister’s birthday! This year, the first of November takes on a special meaning. As Catholics, on All Saints’... Continue reading →

Our First “Holiday”

Initially, when I thought about which days would likely be the most difficult after Isabelle passed away, her birthday, Thanksgiving, and Christmas were on the top of my list. I never considered that Halloween might trigger some strong emotions. A... Continue reading →

A Mug in the Closet

Recently, I received my first baby shower invitation since losing my daughter. I am not angry about it. I am sure the sender was conflicted as to whether I would be offended from not getting an invite at all, or... Continue reading →