“No matter how many times I’ve lost her over the years, a part of her has always been with me.”
- Love What Matters
- Grief
- Loss of Parent
“No matter how many times I’ve lost her over the years, a part of her has always been with me.”
“I remember holding his big, hairy hand, rubbing his big, hairy, navy ship-tattooed forearm, his head on my chest while I rocked him as if the roles were reversed and he was my child and I was his parent.”
“During my mom’s ten-year battle with Alzheimer’s, I put my life on hold in so many ways that I stopped living it altogether. I eventually realized just getting by was no way to live my one and only life. I felt like moving on meant leaving her behind, but I eventually learned I had it all wrong.”
“My dad wasn’t involved much with us this side of heaven, so the heaven-sanctioned league makes me feel like they have their own connection.”
“It’s been almost 2 years since they lost their mommy. I used to fight it. I’d tell them they’d get better rest in their own beds. To give it a chance. That their beds are more comfortable than my floor. It took me almost 2 years, but I get it now.”
“I’ve had a miscarriage. I’ve had two babies. And, most importantly, I’ve learned to be a wife and a mom. Without you.”
“Even if you don’t understand it. Even if you secretly hate their movies or their music. Even if you think it’s silly or a waste of time. I promise you, it will mean so much to her. And when you’re gone, she’ll look back and realize just how lucky she was to have you.”
“This grief, this missing your person, and this raising babies without their daddy – it is relentless.”
“Yes, I wish a lot of hard times hadn’t happened because it hurt, but it hurt me enough to say, ‘I will not do this to my kids’ and pushed me in a way I could have never been pushed without living through it.”
“I lay there wide awake, overwhelmed with shame. Boys didn’t wear girls’ clothing or makeup. Boys could never be girls. There was nowhere that I didn’t look or feel out of place.”