Getting through an hour without you seemed impossible at first. How in the world then could we have made it through the last 10 years without you? Life has a way of moving forward without us having much control over it. In the beginning, it was about learning to survive and make it through another... Continue Reading →
What would Pop say?
Fifteen years later after losing my father, I still find myself wondering “What would Pop say?” at the most random times. I don’t mean just when I have been offered a new job or when I got married, instead simple little things like buying a book or picking out new clothes or even scolding my... Continue Reading →
Who you’d be today…
Earlier this month, I saw a post on Facebook about one of my stepson’s gymnastics friends who had gotten married to adorable young lady in California. Of course, I wish him and his beautiful bride nothing but a long happy life together. At the same time, as l looked at the pictures of their happy life... Continue Reading →
You Had Me At GoodBye.
Seven years ago, we lost a part of our heart. My stepson left for a weekend with his friends and never came home. The wave of his hand and his 'Goodbye' are etched in my mind forever.
Blowing Kisses in the Wind
Every time I pass the cemetery where my father is buried and the one where Timothy is buried, I always find myself blowing kisses, as if they are just sitting on an imaginary bench by the road, waiting to catch my kisses whenever my car passes. For nearly 14 years now, blowing kisses has become second nature... Continue Reading →