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A Flare of Grief for Mother’s Day

It’s been six years since I lost my son. For six years I’ve been strong, and all of a sudden I’m just so… exhausted. I don’t know why it’s hitting me so hard this particular Mother’s Day weekend. Actually, that’s not true. I know exactly why. I’ve been plugging along fairly consistently for a while.... Continue Reading →

Only Children Have Feelings Too

I saw this meme recently, and I know they were trying to be funny, but it still hit me right in the feels—and not in a good way. The meme said, “My cousins were one of the reasons my childhood was so awesome, and I feel sorry for people who didn’t have that.” Okay, let’s... Continue Reading →

Distracted… Until Today

I’ve been distracted, and that isn’t necessarily a bad thing. Wait, I should explain, considering the distraction is this horrible virus that has altered our world in a way that was inconceivable four months ago. The deaths, the panic, the ridiculous hoarding of toilet paper, the sheer volume of information we are being pummeled with... Continue Reading →

An Open Letter to my Son on his Birthday

Dear Brady, Happy birthday up there in heaven. Seventeen today. To be honest, I can’t even imagine what it would be like to celebrate your birthday anymore (in the normal way, not the obligatory-visit-to-the-gravesite way). For your last birthday before your death, we went out to dinner with the extended family, and then we headed... Continue Reading →

Three Years & Forever…

Dear Brady, It's been three years. You should be sixteen, driving, wrapping up your sophomore year in high school. Thinking about college, maybe working a part-time job, any number of what everyone else sees as inane activities. Instead, you’re a pile of ashes buried next to a stream, under a maple tree, with a lake... Continue Reading →

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