April 2, 2023 My yard is overrun. It truly amazes me that taking two years off yard care has created this mess of my yard. In the first two years after Ashley’s death, mowing our large yard was part of my grief therapy. Sweating and crying in 90+ degree weather is exhausting and strangely healing.…
3/5/2023 I don’t know why, but I always hate seeing that word in relation to grief. I think because it implies a lack of control. If you are dealing with grief and loss, you already know we had…we have…no control. God alone is in control and I still trust Him. Anyway, triggers is a word…
September 20, 2021 I hope you never know the feeling of rubbing your fingers over glass because the picture underneath is the only way you can now touch your child’s beautiful face. I hope you never know the frantic feeling of not knowing where the lock of her hair is, the hair that you cut…