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…
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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.
A year or so ago I went to visit a friend who had just lost her son. I felt like I was to share two things with her. One was private, just for her ears. The other was “We all grieve differently. You can grieve any way you want so long as you don’t sin.”…
A few months after The Accident that took my twenty-year-old son’s life, I had a series of dreams. In the first one Andrew was dancing before the Throne. (He was a professional dancer when he died.) There was a bright spotlight on him. My view was a closeup of him dancing though I could tell…
