Life can change with a breath of air. I know. I’ve had the unforgettable experience of watching it happen. For four days we had to slowly and painfully watch life drain out of our four year old baby girl. That’s how I remember the last few days with my daughter. The nurse quietly explained to … Continue reading Grief Week
I often blog about how grief has impacted my life and for real, it helps my mental health. Today I’m blogging for my MH and my baby girls birthday. You were 35 days away from turning 5 years old when you left this earth and today you would be 8 and in the 2nd grade. … Continue reading Eight years with & without Livy
Dear Olivia, A friend of mine told me that I should write the letters I want to write and say what I need to say. That I should get it out of my system, all of it! Then rip it up and throw it away. I did it and I didn't think it would make … Continue reading Letters To Nowhere
Dear Olivia, I've experienced many things in life. Yet there has been nothing more life changing than losing you. I'm sure this is true for most parents who have experienced the loss of a child. I know I'm not alone, but it feels very lonely where I'm at. I don't want to be so depressed, … Continue reading Stuck in a Hump
Dear Olivia, I'm still sending thank you cards to all the people in our lives who have gone out of their way to be here for our family. I send at least five cards a week. Some include a Livy memory bracelets. Others have a brief but thoughtful note inside. Your dad gave memory bracelets … Continue reading Friends Forver
Dear Olivia, There are advantages and disadvantages to people knowing that you've passed on. It's been played out this week. I've come to realize that sometimes it makes getting through a day easier, when people know, because they're more understanding. When they don't know they seem annoyed and less patient with me. I've been known … Continue reading Staying With Me
Dear Olivia, Grieving sucks. When you think you've got nothing left to cry about, you're wrong. When you think you can say something without crying because you've already cried when you said it the first hundred times, you still cry... I still cry. I'm getting use to the lump in my throats when people ask me … Continue reading Hold My Hand
Dear Livy 