Bereaved Parents, Child loss, Loss, Photos, Poetry, Writing

Hands that Betray, Hands on my Daughter’s Grave: A Reflection

But I must, again, find my internal grit, and face the world with what has happened and what will come.

Art, Bereaved Parents, inspiration, marriage, Photos, Poetry

More than a Million Words: Ten Years Married to Corrie’s Father

Now, on the weekend of our ten-year-anniversary, we face a next phase in our journey. We will walk together in the new years as John battles stage 3 colon cancer with all the strength for which he's known. He will work through the chemo and radiation.

Bereaved Parents, bereavement, Child loss, Life, Poetry, Writing

7 Minutes in Heaven (a Corrie Poem)

Six I've since learned in the eighteen months since I lost my little girl, who loved to wear her red winter coat made for church in a March rain, that December reminds me of the time when her father ...

Advocacy, Bereaved Parents, Child loss, children

COVID-19: A Real Story

The words that you read today on this post, which I hope you take the time to read through, come from within. The words you read come from a mother who has buried a child and miscarried another within one year. The mother who writes today has found out her son, Hayes, has a mild case of COVID-19. 

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These Things I Wonder

There are so many things I wonder. Questions without answers.

Bereaved Parents, Child loss, Family, inspiration, Life, parenting, Writing

Why I Know my Daughter Lives

I talk to Corrie everyday. Whether through a dream, memory, or out loud; I speak with my daughter. A relationship with a child isn’t like other relationships that may stop cold turkey. I still have two children. It’s just one moved out before the other. She grew her wings. She graduated to heaven, and we… Continue reading Why I Know my Daughter Lives

Bereaved Parents, Child loss, children, Grief, inspiration, Life, parenthood, Poetry, Writing

The Time of Year: a Corrie Poem

It’s that time of year, Darling, when I must be creative in the way I decorate.

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Our House, Our Story

he land itself tells stories of love and loss and of survival. There is a love deeper than the roots of the trees torn up by the tornado. Lives continue past the human experience. The family of John, Hayes, and I continues with Corrie inside us and on the land.

Bereaved Parents, bereavement, children, inspiration, Loss, Poetry, Writing

Our Dance Without a Name

Our dances aren't on the pop culture scene, nor are they in clubs.

bereavement, Child loss, Family, Grief, inspiration, Poetry, Writing

Dear Jackie: A Poem of Loss and Courage

Jackie, I hope for the strength most never speak of because they do not dream of what it requires.