I spent last weekend in Knoxville with Emily’s parents. On Saturday, her mom was going to the monthly meeting of the bereaved mother’s group she found, and I tagged along. They had a guest speaker, a social worker sharing tips for “surviving the...
In the United Methodist Church, the first Sunday in November is All Saints Sunday. It’s a day for the church to honor and remember those who have passed before us. More specifically, each church honors those who have died in the past year during the worship...
The kids and I had dentist appointments this afternoon. As we waited for the hygienist to call one of us back, Meredith started talking about how much they like the dentist. Of course, I started laughing because I knew that if Emily has the ability to listen in on...
Last Friday, I spent a fair amount of my afternoon at the cemetery where Emily’s body rests. I don’t know why, but I find it very therapeutic to just be there with her. In fact, there are many days where I wish I could just lie there on the grass next to...
I knew October would be a difficult month before it even started. However, I don’t think I could have ever conceived the way I would unravel as we traveled through time over these past three weeks. The sad part is, I know why it’s happening: it’s...
September 30. It’s here. It’s a day that will always hold a special place in my heart because it’s the day Emily made me the happiest woman alive. It’s one of those special days that makes it even harder to normal to accept the fact that...
I tried on a couple flannels at Kohl’s over the weekend. As I looked in the mirror to make sure they fit, I grinned and thought, “Emily’s going to look so good in this when she inevitably steals it from me.” And then I realized that, for a...
This may be entirely too much information, but the other night I noticed a fairly large pimple on my chin. As I popped it, I laughed and cringed at the same time while saying, “Did you see that, babe?” It was gross , and I knew Emily would be impressed...
“Things go well for a time. Then comes a crisis when we seem trapped. Everything we’ve dreamed of, worked for, even prayed for, falls apart. How are we to keep going?” I’ve looked at these four lines several times over the past week. It’s...
Warning: This post contains spoilers for “Barbie” and discussions of suicidal ideation. Please do not continue reading if either of these topics will upset you. I realize I’m very late to the party, but I finally saw Barbie this past Saturday with a...
