“I grieve for Joe just as much as I grieve about him—for the moments, the feelings, the experiences he won’t have here. And then I grieve for Vienna, who will not have a single memory of her dad.”
- Love What Matters
- Grief
- Loss of Partner
“I grieve for Joe just as much as I grieve about him—for the moments, the feelings, the experiences he won’t have here. And then I grieve for Vienna, who will not have a single memory of her dad.”
“On the good days, the hardest days, the tired days… on all the days, I’ll live this life. Not because he can’t, but because I can. For me, for others, for him.”
“My hands wouldn’t long for his if I hadn’t known his grasp. My ears wouldn’t strain to listen if I didn’t know his laugh.”
“I felt guilt and shame as I compared myself to other moms on IG who looked so happy and content at home with their children, but what scared me the most was how badly I wanted to leave.”
“That house, your home, becomes the closet thing you get to going back in time, to reliving.”
“The little, simple things, I cannot make excuses for. He’s not at work, not out with his brothers watching the games. He’s. Not. Here. And that’s the hard truth those small things bring.”
“The scene out my window keeps passing and I can’t stop it. Every day, I’m sitting backwards on a moving train.”
“He was out there with a metal detector, going through the blades of grass. Looking for charms that mean nothing to him, but everything to us. It didn’t matter that he didn’t know us. It didn’t matter that he had other jobs to go to. It didn’t matter that it wasn’t his ‘problem.’ He took the time to be kind.”
“It makes me angry. To have to go on each day as though my life were normal. To have to put on an act, when all I want to do is talk about Joe.”
“It may not look like celebrating in the traditional sense, as typically that doesn’t involve cemeteries and tears, but it will be our own little version of celebrating the day.”