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The Twins’ First Broncos Game
Grief is: sneaky. Last night the twins and I were cleaning up after dinner. Lots of shuffling and wiping and replacing of bits. And I heard the tinkle of metal. And without missing a heartbeat, my mind told me they were Micah's keys as he was coming home through the...
Birthday Grief
Grief is: buying a birthday cake for your dead husband's birthday and crying quietly through the aisles of Costco. We do a lot of "official" type things for Micah because of his #Lodd. We go to ceremonies and lay wreaths and listen to bagpipes. We do lots of things...
Make the Decision to Choose Joy
Grief is: making a decision to choose joy. (Some days your body chooses for you, and it's rarely joy- like panic attacks. 💩 happens 🤷♀️) But some days you get to choose whether to stay in bed or whether to fight the powerful compulsion of pain. The compulsion to...
A year ago today
Grief is: "a year ago today" A year ago today, we were celebrating Micah's last Thanksgiving. Family, friends, good food, littles yelling through the house, unintentioned turkey naps in wing backed chairs. You know, the best of this American holiday we honor through...
The Tale of the Fallen Tree
The other day, I was running errands. Painfully, slowly, with irritation at all the small things, because grief is like that. On my path of frustration, I happened to drive past this tree that completely stole my breath away. The imagery was so powerful, I made a...
