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When Jason died, everything lost its balance. The life we had built—so carefully, so lovingly—collapsed overnight, and I was left standing in the wreckage with three children and no real path forward. I was heartbroken, exhausted, and completely out of fight. In that state, I went to Jason’s dad and laid everything out in front… Read more
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“How are you doing?” A simple honest question. And I’m sure, by now, people expect me to say I’m doing okay. Or that I’m good. Or that I’m moving on with my life. But you want to know the truth? I’m not okay. Life is moving on, but I feel like I’m just stuck in… Read more
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This is raw and unedited, full of typos, inconsistencies, and imperfections. I felt it important to leave it in this state due to the sensitive nature of the topic. Wednesday, June 10th, Jason started having some mild chest pain that radiated down his left arm, along with some mild indigestion. Though it had been quite… Read more
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January 2009 – I chose 5 blog posts and re-wrote it all as one post with some deeper reflection. Much of that month was spent healing, and on major painkillers, so the original posts were “blurry” so to speak. New Year’s Eve came and went quietly, like it had for years. We stayed home. The… Read more
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As long as I could remember I knew that my “dad” wasn’t my biological father. He helped raise me and he was there for me. He was/is a wonderful dad. However, I always longed to know the man with whom I shared genetics. When I was 19 years old my mom looked him up –… Read more
