After writing about Goodnight Moon last month, the book would not let me go. I kept turning it over, kept seeing things I had walked…
Learning who I am - a journey through faith
Tag: grief
When you strap weight onto someone else, suddenly they get it. Their knees buckle, cannot breathe, cannot climb the stairs. Ten minutes in and they are begging to take it off. I wonder what would happen if we could do this with grief.
In my darkest hour, I needed anchors but found only mirages. Those I trusted became empty riverbeds—dry when I needed them to flow. One glimpse…
When you lose a kid to suicide, it’s not just their absence that hits you. It’s the shock of how they left, the questions that haunt you.
I tried to force my mind there, to picture what it would be like if Caleb were gone. Standing at the foot of the stairs, looking at the door to his room, I tried to feel what it would be like if my child were gone.
There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They…
When my child died, the world stopped making sense and my heart shattered in ways words can barely touch. Maybe you’ve lost a child—perhaps even…
Bonus: Grief from losing a child never stops. Healing from this might be like healing from a double amputation. Life becomes much more difficult and…
Certain dates on the calendar really sting. I wrote about this five years ago (Dates on the Calendar), but now that I am further on…
