Mask 1 hides the bereaved mother screaming inside. She asks, “Why am I still alive?” but I tuck her down deep, even put her to sleep, so she will not speak all that is one her mind. "Shhh … little momma, don’t you cry" although your daughter is not alive.
Tag: Child loss
Pictures Tell a Thousand Stories
It drove my second grade teacher Mrs. Rewis crazy if a student said, "a hundred" or "a thousand" because these weren't precise numbers. A student could say, "one hundred," and this is accurate. But some stories don't possess an exact number ...
A Reflection of Corrie before her Ninth Birthday
A video reflection of Corrie before her ninth birthday in her Arendelle Garden.
Through Everything: The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly
But what was truly beautiful included how he recognized our growth as a family when he said last night: "Who would've thought we'd decorate again; that you'd go to this extent to put up lights [for Christmas]?"
A Message of Thanks from Corrie’s Family
When I consider the message of Thanksgiving, a lot of words fill my mind and heart for what I wish others to know and feel.
What the Farm Means to Me
There was never a flower, wild or not, our daughter failed to love.
Reemergence: Those Sweet Honeybees don’t Know Me
Remember, those sweet honeybees don't know me. A sparkling sassiness has overtaken the sarcasm, which was always a part of my personality. It's an attitude of: "Honey, if you don't like it, there's the door. The beautiful thing about the door is that you can fit through it and I can shut it."
From Out of the Darkness, You will Come
Often, from our darkest spaces, and our most vulnerable moments comes a light we can choose to cast on a small section of the world.
My Daughter’s Hands
One isn't weak because they break from the storm set to take the love you won’t forsake. Harsh words reflect shadows we cannot shake.
Always
I remember sitting at the breakfast table across from her laundry machine, and I'd watch the sunrise hit the lake as the ducks came near the wooden swing. You'd have to get up early enough because the ducks were gone by mid to late morning.
Corrie's Season 