I look at pictures like this often. Sitting in my office are various pictures from Picture People of the kids. They died on Thursday May 8, 2014, we were scheduled for that Saturday for the 2014 Picture People pictures. I pulled out boxes from the attic that very morning promising Bella the next day we would figure out the outfits. It never happened. That among a million other things got added to the list of the things that never would be.
Continue readingMany of you know that I have delved into the world of advocay of all kinds after Jesse and Bella died. I did not want their deaths to be in vain. Recently, I have been struggling with it though.
Continue readingAfter a death, there are many points in the calendar that will speak of the passage of time. Birthdays are one of them.
Continue readingI was doing “well,” which is always a relative term with me this past weekend. I had a long hard day yesterday, and we settled into watch a couple shows to defrag, one of which was Call the Midwife.
Continue readingWhat’s in a title you may ask? Well, for starters, a picture of a successful batch of caramel.
Continue readingIt never ceases to amaze me how time flies by…
Continue readingTrust is a thing that is inherent in babies. Just watch, the little boogers will topple off the top of anything, surprised at the results. We adults patiently teach them caution and catch them when we can.
Continue readingTime has not eased moments like these. They said it would. They lied.
Continue readingI never knew I was able to, or, for that matter, had a gift for public speaking until I spoke to an over-flowing church for Jesse and Maribella’s memorial. After, many people commented and said, you are really good at that, especially under the circumstances, which got me thinking.
Continue readingTraveling has always made my heart sing, ever since I was young. I never realized I liked history until I went to Spain for the first time, it gave me a different appreciation of culture and history that we just don’t have here as much. Now, travel is a chance for my brain and body to rest from the trauma, as I was reminded during our honeymoon to Greece.
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