“I wish I could have met G-Pa, Mommy,” said the small voice in the back seat of the car. I sigh. “Me too, honey. Me too.” The kids both know my father died when I was young. We talk about it occasionally and they ask questions at random moments. Lately, it’s been in the car…. [Read More]
Just when I think the anxiety is gone
He’s four. He’s been four for well over two months, yet somehow it seemed to slap me in the face yesterday. A cold crept over my body and the tightness in my chest choked all the breath out of my lungs. Every time I think I’ve reached some acceptance with my father’s death, that I’ve… [Read More]
A Precious Gift
Today a truly amazing thing happened. There is a bit of a backstory so please bear with me. A few weeks ago, my mother, sister and I piled in the car with Miss E. for a girls weekend at my grandmother’s. It was her birthday and having just lost her brother to cancer, it was… [Read More]
