“People ask me all the time if I knew. What I knew was that I loved him. I spend a lot of time asking who is to blame.”
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“People ask me all the time if I knew. What I knew was that I loved him. I spend a lot of time asking who is to blame.”
“I started sweating and it didn’t stop. I should have called 911 but I called my husband. I told him I loved him and something was wrong. May 20th was the day my life changed forever. I never believed I was allowed to smile or be happy because no one was ever nice to me.”
“Scared to look, I took a deep breath and finally turned towards my husband. I screamed like I never had before, a scream so loud it still haunts me today. My husband was leaning towards me, blood pouring out of his ears. His once beautiful green eyes were now open and looking up, lifeless.”
“I didn’t want anyone to die, especially not my child. Especially not two of my children. But that’s what happened.”
“Just then, a police officer blew his horn and turned back around to introduce himself. He wanted to know everything AJ has been through. He vowed, ‘I will teach my kids to love everyone.’ I want my son to know you don’t need a big crowd to voice your opinion.”
“The hospital gave us a Build-A-Bear which plays your recorded heartbeat when you squeeze it – Alivia loves to squeeze it and tell us she is hugging Uncle Corey.”
“She complained of back pain. The next day, I found out she was dying. She asked the Doc, ‘So when will I get better?’ with painful optimism. ‘Michele, this isn’t going away. Our goal is to get you to live as long as possible.’ I kissed her forehead as she drifted off into pallative sleep. I determined in some way, shape, or form, I wanted her to be part of my wedding.”
“I found my husband, dirty from work and his face buried in his hands. Several police officers stared at me as he paced and yelled, ‘Come on buddy, come on.’ I went behind the curtain and saw my son looking so tiny on the hospital bed in just his diaper, and a dozen doctors and nurses around him trying to start his heart.”
“She stopped me as I was leaving the gym. The rage I felt in my teen years surged back right under the surface, and for the rest of the week, I stewed on this backhanded compliment. ‘If I lost weight…’ I had just lost 140 pounds and never felt better.”
“I see a flight attendant lock eyes and head our way, I freeze a bit. Since it feels like exactly zero people are ready to fly, I feel like this is a safe space to finally unpack this. It was the last flight of a very long travel day.”