to think on that day when a shooting occurred in Colorado that, it was in the same school district as Columbine?
Tag: Child loss
How Gardening Eases Mental Health Struggles
When we face an injury or illness, we hope the doctor will ease the pain or cure it. But, with mental health struggles, sometimes there is not a cure. There is only something to ease the pain.
Bereaved Mother’s Day – Almost 5 Years
In my darkest moments, this is important to remember on today, Bereaved Mother's Day. Mothers, parents, grandparents, and siblings who have suffered through the unimaginable pain and loss will experience different stepping stones in their grief journey.
You Need to Listen to “The Night We Met” if You Haven’t
I must pay a debt of service. I must perform good acts with a genuine heart, so I am worthy of seeing my daughter again, and in my mind, have paid some type of price for the pain she had suffered.
Trauma Dumping, a Poem
Today, I share a poem on a term about which I have written before. This time I read this poem, "Trauma Dumping," in Corrie's Butterfly Garden.
Awake: A Poem for You
"I can feel when one withdrawals their presence and friendship. It is not for us to prove to them our worth and craftsmanship."
I Remember What It is to Love a Daughter
Did you know I loved my daughter so much that I did everything I could to find her the blue Sleeping Beauty dress for her Halloween costume when she was three? I will speak of the quality of the life she lived because I know what it is to love, adore, and even defend my daughter.
Making Changes: No Crystal Stair
Let's discuss making changes, why they're important, and for you to know you're never alone.
Four Years to the Day
write, share videos and pictures of Corrie, and excerpts from her poems; not to forever revisit or stay in the darkness, but we must remember my family and I had to--and sometimes still--travel through this heartbreak and hardship to reach some new light.
A Poem for Grieving Parents: After the Ink Fades
Parents, like me, know all about learning opportunities. We experience them each second, minute, hour, day, night, month and year. Oh, my dear, we know the lessons well. We never ask for them. We never request to join a school of thought, nor wish this club’s type of exclusivity on any other. We experience our lessons in nature when the birds chirp, yet hear no shriek of excitement, or “Mom, how you doing?” We have learning opportunities we never sought, and knowledge we never wished to gain.
Corrie's Season 