Holidays can be incredibly hard for those of us who are missing someone special who once had a seat at the table. And now, there is an empty spot. When my Ruby went Home, that empty spot was heartbreaking. It was this physical reminder that she wasn’t going to be sitting there again, and it…

It’s so final. No matter how much we beg, pray or wish, we cannot turn back the clock. And that is probably one of the most sickening, unreal realities of grief. It is a feeling we truly cannot describe until we have lived it. We cannot go back to say what we needed to say.…

Today is June 2, and we have made it through May. I used to love May. May was a month for me to celebrate, as Mother’s Day and my birthday are in May. But May is also the month that my daughter passed to the Other Side. I was naïve this year. I thought because…

Something I am learning through my own journey of my daughter living in Heaven is how important it is to protect my own mind, heart, and perspective. And most of all, my peace. I have heard so many people’s perspectives, journeys, opinions and, unfortunately, some of them have told me how to get through something…

Guilt can be one of grief’s cruelest companions. It whispers, ‘What if they are mad at me?’, ‘What if I did not do enough?’, ‘What if they don’t want to come through?’, ‘What if my loved one is disappointed in me?’ How painful are those thoughts? They are very real and common worries, and ones…

When a child goes on ahead of you to live in Heaven, your world is ripped apart and broken open in every way. Putting it back together is nothing like people imagine. We are broken. Utterly broken. Shattered. And yet…we know we have to find a way to keep breathing. To keep living. For our…

I read something that said, “There’s something important that often gets misunderstood: grieving and being sad is not the same as being negative.” And that hit me me. Right there.  Thank you to whoever wrote those wise words… We live in a culture that is very uncomfortable with grief. All of us.  A culture that often confuses…

There is no right way.   There is no one way to get through; there is only your way.  This is what I am learning about my daughter passing and going Home. There is only my way—for me.   What helps me get through this terrible pain may not work for you.  And what you do may not work…

I was contemplating thoughts of death and energy.  How life can keep going for the ones we love, who have passed to the other side.  And I heard a gentleman talk about the fridge and electricity, never once questioning the power, the invisible power it takes to run the fridge.  How our souls are like…