Worry – For my daughter

Over the past three and a half years, I have watched, observed, and worried for my daughter Raffi, who is now officially a teen. Jesse came into her life when she was two and was first her daddy Jesse then her daddy. He connected with her in ways that to this day, I cannot copy. Her heart, along with mine were shattered on May 8, 2014 when I came home to find that he had killed Bella, her sister, and himself.  Continue reading

Ripples

I was on vacation last week, and the first part, as you read was in a peaceful setting in beautiful upstate NY.  I anxiously awaited going to Long Island to see my dad, who has been quite ill and in the hospital over the last month.  The beginning of the week, I questioned whether this would be the last visit.  A lot of emotions swirled around as you can imagine. Continue reading

PTSD and the 4th of July

I remember three years ago, I had just closed on my house, and my brother in law was helping me paint before we moved everything in. It was the 4th of July and we were working into the night trying to get Raffi’s room done so that she would feel more “at home” after everything that had happened. I remember vividly the first explosions of the night as dusk fell.  My heart started to pound frantically in my chest and I had my first real instance of what PTSD was.  Continue reading