So this school year our daughter would be a senior in high school. Watching everyone posting senior photos of their kids is bittersweet to me. On the one hand you are so proud and happy for those families- on the other is the sadness of knowing you aren’t participating in the revelry. Another milestone missed. However, the senior class president contacted me other day to inform me that my daughters
A hot minute
So far no one has found this blog. It’ll be ok. It helps me anyway. It’s been a hot minute so I posted anything. It’s been a hot minute since the Earth felt steady enough to do it. I haven’t talked to anyone about what’s been going on in my head lately because I feel like people don’t want to hear it. “Yea, yea, your kid died. We know.” Insert
How do you deal
I’m sorry for the delay between posts. It’s been a long couple of weeks at work. To be honest- I’m exhausted. Emotionally and physically. And it is when I’m in this vulnerable stage that I feel like my constant state of grief is amplified by infinity. Which in turn, causes all the negative emotions I was already feeling to extend their lifetime warranty so to speak. I was asked by
The club no one wants to be a member of
I can’t remember exactly when I started calling the group of bereaved parents the club no one wanted to be member of- but I think it’s true. Losing a child is a kind of pain I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy, much less anyone else. There are no meetings, no monthly newsletters, no gifts for joining. It’s just this group of people connected by the pain of losing their
It all ties in
I’ve spent the last couple of weeks dealing with some new drama in my family. It’s been exhausting- but isn’t all drama. As it is, I’ve also been spending a lot of time looking into my family’s history and into the roots of my family tree. I was born and raised in Central Louisiana. The history of the place is fascinating and overwhelming at times when you really start to
No experts here
I’ve been asked things like “How did you handle moving on with your life?” And personally, I hate that question. It disturbs me to no end to believe that “moving on” is something people think is possible. Do I lay down and forget to live? No. Do I curl up in my depression and cling to it like an old friend? Sometimes. Do I believe I can ever “get past”
Hello,
My name is Katie. 6 years ago my husband and myself were faced with the reality of saying goodbye to our oldest daughter forever. There was no one who could tell me the next step. There was no one who could tell me how I was supposed to breathe again. This blog is as much an effort to help myself as it is to (hopefully) help others. This has been