Friends, In the past month I’ve had four people reach out to ask me to call the mother of a young person who died. They were asking me to minister to their grieving friend whom I’ve never met. I’m sorry your friend lost their child. I’m sorry they are grieving. I really am. But, no,…
Sixteen years ago I woke on Easter morning when the phone rang. It was Evelyn calling to tell me my dad was gone to live forever in Heaven. I could hear the love, pain, and tears in her voice. They had a beautiful marriage and an wonderful love for each other. I spent the next…
Today I cleaned out The Drawer. We have antique chest of drawers in our entry way. It came from my parents’ home more then seven years ago. She gave it to me just two months before The Accident. She’d bought it at a garage sale and painstakingly refinished it. It was in their breakfast room…
It’s been seven years since Andrew died. Seven years of grief and grace. Seven years of living without one of my kids, without seeing him finish school, follow his dreams, dance, or smile. Today I am grateful for fun stories shared by his friends. One of Andrew’s friends, Sarah, sent me this note just a…
Grief Brain. It’s real. Here’s my story. About ten months after The Accident, Ron and I were traveling and scheduled a night in Hot Springs. We planned to go to the While We’re Waiting Support Group Meeting. We live six hours away in Texas. This was Ron’s first time. I’d driven over for a prior…
In the past twenty-four hours I’ve received calls from two friends who wanted to talk about how to love a grieving mom. One has a friend who lost her unborn baby last week. The other is loving a mom who’s son took his own life over the weekend. It’s not unusual for us who’ve experienced…
Friends, I had the privilege of reading an advance copy of this book, and I highly recommend it. If you have experienced the loss of a child or want to help a friend who has lost a child, get this book! You can preorder on Amazon for delivery when it’s released on March 5. This…
Our seventh Thanksgiving without Andrew. I miss him. I still have days when the grief takes my breath away. But those days are rare and far between. The missing is more of a dull ache than searing pain. His name is mentioned. His siblings remember. His friends remember. We remember. But even if no one…
I wrote this to a friend earlier today. He was my son’s friend. He is now my friend. And he’s grieving the loss of yet another friend. I thought I’d share it with you. Are you grateful for the grief and trials in your life? If so, why? Please share in the comments.
