Wednesday was the first day I'd felt happy, since May 26, 2020. While I'd experienced moments of contentment, bittersweet joy, or laughed; I'd been divorced from happiness for a while. As Hayes and I went to school, Danger Zone came on the radio.
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The Switch, Bear Claw and a Fruit Cup
After all, life is not always filled with moments of fruit cups and bear claw tears.
Corrie’s Always there to Remind me
I crave to make her memory matter as time changes and continues. Because she stole the spotlight in my heart. Because she proved a unicorn does exist in heaven.
How Hayes Communicates his Grief over Corrie
Disney's Rapunzel series is the same, only every connection is to his sister and how he understands the world.
The Bister Color (a Corrie poem)
With your three year old words, you painted scenes of trees with every shade of green ...
Where You are, You will Come Again (For Jack, For Corrie and poetry excerpt)
Death smiled when she said, "Where you are, you will come again."
When our Great Moments Meet our Dreams
In times like these it is easy to lose ourselves in dreams rather than deal with the reality. My generation has been here before, but in a different way. Corrie had just turned five near Christmas 2019, but she'd dealt with realities as she felt and saw them. Our 9/11 Moment On September 11, 2001,… Continue reading When our Great Moments Meet our Dreams
When I Walk through the Nightmare
My Memorial Kinder Walk is the one way in which I can physically show my love and honor the memory of my daughter, Corrie.
When I See Corrie on Vacation (with short poetry excerpt and photos)
poetry excerpt One of the toughest things to do for any person who has ever lost someone they love is to go somewhere and take a picture. Our loved one is not in the picture. How will the world continue to know about this wonderful person? The world keeps going, and we’re so small. Yet,… Continue reading When I See Corrie on Vacation (with short poetry excerpt and photos)
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.
Corrie's Season 