It wasn’t the dog. When our Christmas tree crashed to the floor in the living room only minutes after we’d finished decorating it, for a brief moment in time, it felt like my entire world was crashing down around me. Again. The day had been hard enough. First, there were the tears when my daughter... Continue Reading →
My family and I are “live Christmas tree” people. We love the difficulty getting it in the front door, vacuuming pine needles literally all year long, the daily shouts of, “Did anybody water the tree?” Okay, maybe those aren’t the reasons we love live trees, but clearly the positives outweigh the negatives, because as long... Continue Reading →
Today my daughter asked whether we would hang my son’s stocking for Christmas this year. Our first year without him. My honest answer is, “I don’t want to.” I don’t want the reminder. I do better without the reminders, which makes me feel guilty. But then again, practically everything seems to cause Mom Guilt, so why... Continue Reading →
On Saturday July second we lay my son’s ashes to rest in a lovely cemetery that was designed to feel more like a park than a, well, cemetery. There were several reasons we chose to wait almost four months after his death to do it, although the specific choice of date was both devastating and... Continue Reading →
This is me, making decisions based on the grieving process. This is me, trying to take care of myself. This is... my new normal. Change Begets Change Blog Post over on Love, Lust, and Laptops