My soul flies as quick as a hurricane sweeping the coast empty of light.
Author: Corrie's Mom
Six: A Poem for Corrie’s Collection
Include a pinch of make up you always ask me for when you grab my pale green Clinique tube and press your ...
Christmas Bells on the Door: A Corrie Poem
The Christmas bells on green strings still sound ...
A Short Corrie Poem, Gravel Drive
Birds chirp like Broadway singers singing different words at one time.
Corrie’s Goodbye
If they could throw glitter and invite a herd of unicorns to add to the drama of their goodbye hugs, they would.
A Short Post: Celebrate a Corrie 4th
Set up a dance party, but remember a dance party is not a proper dance party unless you dress up.
Hallie, Did You Know? (A Goodbye Poem for Marshall and Corrie)
Hallie, did you replay your last goodbye ...
To Corrie
"And it is because of her heaven is called heaven."
The G-Word
This is the fourth post in my goodbye series. Dedicated to those who have ever had to say goodbye too soon. July is is Bereaved Parents' Month. Don't say the g-word. I don't want to hear it. "God?" you ask. I roll my eyes like my daughter, Corrie, did when I asked her a question… Continue reading The G-Word
The Goodbye Moments
We say goodbye to seasons in life. They make us ugly-cry-laugh. They take us on that emotional rollercoaster. It's not like a newer one. The rollercoaster is more like the old wooden one my son went on last summer for his birthday.