I have read other grief blogs from mothers who have lost their children and from spouses who have lost their husbands or wives and naturally I sympathize. I ache for them as I read their words written so eloquently and poetically. They are written with purpose and emotion. They write with fluidity, their words beautiful, cultured, […]
When Konnor died I felt as if time should have stood still. If the clock did not stop then the earth may have shuddered, paused on it’s axis. I felt my world shift, a quiet stillness of it at the very moment I was told of his death. Konnor is gone, the world stopped turning. I […]
She was a difficult teenager, my daughter. She gave new meaning to the word rebellion. These were the years when I began to realize my advice would mean nothing to her. She stopped going to school, she started doing drugs, and she consistently ran away from home. She was out of control. Yet, the reality […]
I spoke of Konnor’s spirit in a previous blog and how his family believed he had come to visit them from time to time since his death. I described in that blog how I had been told stories of the afterlife by my paternal grandfather and as a child I had not doubted what my […]
Today is Konnor’s birthday, he would have been ten. It marks what those of us in grief call a “grief trigger.” Considering that Konnor has been gone from us for only one year and four months, I still find I am adjusting to his loss and at times I need to simply let myself feel […]
Konnor provided me with a lesson on love. He was a very affectionate child. From the very beginnings of infancy to his toddler days to his last years he was loving. He loved hugs and cuddling. He was kind and caring. He had his struggles but he never let it get him down or let it deter […]
When my mind begins to wake even before my eyes have a chance to glimpse the morning light, I think of you. When I’m driving in my car music gently playing to soothe my aching heart, I think of you. While I am shopping, although I know you’re no longer here with me physically, I always stop in the […]
I wasn’t sure if I was a believer. I wasn’t raised in a religious family. Oh sure, I was baptized in the Catholic Church, I had my first communion. But I wasn’t taught anything about God that I can recall. So when Konnor died I struggled with my faith. How could a God, if there […]