Does this Roller Coaster ever stop?
"The ups and downs are usually not that bad, but it's the damn twists and turns that get me every single time." – J. Hasamear
With music blaring in the background and kids screaming around me, I find myself standing in a crowded room, unable to place what I have lost or even what I am missing but I just have this overwhelming feeling of loss. I want to scream. I want to catch my breath. I look to the... Continue Reading →
As a family, we recently stood together to watch my son, Nicholas, as he was promoted from eighth grade to high school. Like most events in our lives that have happened over the last 15 years, there is always a feeling like something is missing. No, more like someone is missing. This year marks another... Continue Reading →
Remember being so excited to write a Christmas list for your parents when you were young? Putting everything and the kitchen sink on it, hoping most of it would be wrapped under the tree on Christmas morning. At 46, my 'list' is filled with either ideas or items that are extremely too expensive to buy... Continue Reading →
At 46, I just laid to rest yet another loved one and chipped away one more piece of my heart. I have to ask, there is a heaven, correct? I have to believe there is. As a little girl, when someone talked about heaven, I always pictured angels on clouds looking down on earth and... Continue Reading →
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 →
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 →
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 →
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.
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 →
Six years… 72 months… 313 weeks… 2191 days… 52,594 hours… 3,153,600 minutes… That’s how long Timothy’s been gone. It’s hard to believe really because it feels like just yesterday when it all happened – the accident, the hospital, the preparations, the wake, the funeral and then the moving on with our lives. Not a day... Continue Reading →
Does this Roller Coaster ever stop? 