Some days all I do is miss you it comes out of the blue like a star fell and burned straight through my heart and it’s all I can do to get through the day without your arms reaching for me and I miss the feel of each individual finger of your left hand upon …
It’s been 98 Fridays with a broken heart, 37 days until it’s been two years. I said that on Facebook this morning, and watched my (overall Facebook) likes fall by a handful- the kind comments have followed, but the former always strikes me. It seems like every time I post about losing Patrick I lose …
Corner to corner
sock to sock
Minecraft shirt, right
neon print, left
flannel shirt, right
play dress, left
Each morning with the growing light My eyes constricting from the sight I fumble back from dreamless night A lightning bolt within me strikes and I know that something is just not right A reverse process begins within my frame Every day since the one has started much the same My thoughts fall through the …
Gosh, I’m so picky! No wonder I haven’t been writing. I’ve had to adjust the lighting, change the music, redirect the angle of the blinds, get more coffee, check on the kids, check my email, use the bathroom, get MORE coffee, adjust my chair, put my hair back up, and finally just sit the hell …
I need to vent. I had a CRAZY hard weekend, beyond simply my grief and hectic family life.
I realized that I haven’t written for a while here… it was during my reflective pause in writing that my sweet boy Patrick, just days after taking his first steps, crossed the Rainbow Bridge in his dreams and slipped gently into the stars at the age of 14 months & four days. I had never heard of Sudden Unexplained Death in Childhood (SUDC) before that night and had been fairly convinced SIDS was for babies 3 months and under who had suffocated. I learned differently two weeks ago, and my life is forever changed.