For me, the holiday season starts with Halloween. It begins when the costumes and candy and pumpkins begin to fill the shelves and stores. Along with it, comes that dull aching and longing for the missing pieces of my life that will never be.
I spent a couple hours the other night rocking someone else’s crying baby to sleep. It’s something I do fairly regularly now as part of a new job. Sweet baby smell, aching arms, and that heavy sleeping baby weight in my arms. On the same
I have been more open and honest about how much I grieve during the holidays this year than I ever have been in the 13 years since my fiancé and daughter died. For many long years, I hid my grief and remained silent about how
December might be my very least favorite month. Every where I turn it feels like reminders of the ones I’ve lost are shoved so aggressively and continuously in my face, ripping open scars on my heart. The holidays. A time when the world wants to
I’ve started getting holiday cards with smiling faces of families and holiday greetings in the mail. They arrive in brightly colored envelopes of red and green and silver. Sometimes they make me smile. I enjoy seeing updated pictures of friends and family. It’s fun to
Let’s be real. The holidays can be a bitch after the death of someone we love. It’s been 13 years since my little family died and I still wrestle with finding peace during the holiday season. Even now, it’s a tangled mess of emotions –
Confession: I absolutely adore the Harry Potter series (both the books & the movies – and I view them as two separate things.) If you know me at all, this probably isn’t a surprise!! I love them partly simply because Harry Potter is a brilliantly
You’re about to see a grief counselor get very personal about grief. Because it’s the holiday season and there’s nothing I have a love-hate relationship with more than the holidays. On the one hand, I love the holidays. Thanksgiving is my favorite as I’m a