Emily Richey is a graduate of Pace University NYC. She has written and edited for multiple online platforms, including Love What Matters. She spends her free time petting stray cats.
Emily Richey is a graduate of Pace University NYC. She has written and edited for multiple online platforms, including Love What Matters. She spends her free time petting stray cats.
“The fire pit was about 5 feet away. I stood up to get a better view and what I saw would haunt me. I wanted so badly to end his pain.”
“We hadn’t had contact with her for weeks. We were basically waiting with our phones for the call. We booked a flight and moved forward, not knowing the outcome. When we arrived, we found a nurse. ‘Let’s go meet your baby!’”
“I realized I was there but didn’t really feel present. It was as if I was behind a glass wall, watching everyone else. At that moment, something in my brain clicked. I couldn’t do it anymore. I knew what I had to do.”
“’It’s not a matter of IF he has another stroke, but WHEN.’ His 5 siblings took turns feeding him little bites of ice cream. Even brain surgery couldn’t get in the way of his sweet crooked smile.”
“A girl saw my hand and screamed like I was a monster. I cried every single day. My father held me after my surgeries when I was sick from anesthesia. He always showed he believed in me and I could do anything.”
“We got married at the ages of 16 and 20. I told my husband, ‘Never expect kids to be a part of our lives.’ Then a birth mom wanted to meet us. She already had the baby! We were in shock.”
‘She was alone, abandoned. No one cared for her. ‘I will come back.’ She looked at me awkwardly and said, ‘No one ever comes back.’ My life was threatened. But nothing could stop me.”
“I never thought I’d get married because no one could like me because of my height. Now I have a husband who is 6’2.”
“Parents often look at me and say, ‘You’re a role model.’ I know their children will grow up not to be like me, but to be exactly who they are, living their own beautiful purpose.”
“Within minutes, I was holding him in my arms. It was as if my arms had always been missing something. Him. Grief hit hard when he was reunified with mom.”