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: Grief
Easter Thoughts on Corrie, Gardens, and Family
Bright Easter theme colors show around Corrie's Butterfly Garden with the Phlox and Dianthus in blossom. Holidays are never straight forward. They mean something different to everyone. In my gut, I know it's the fourth Easter without Corrie. This is a marker, which never goes away. Holidays, for some, are wearing bright colored, checkered shirts… Continue reading Easter Thoughts on Corrie, Gardens, and Family
Escape from Hitchcock
There are days when you long for the waves to rush over your feet, and you discover the kind of days made for digging in garden dirt as sweat pours down your face, and you believe you recognize the signs of happiness again after you've known darkness of the darkest kind.
In the Bright Lights
I cut back the rose bush, and dug up a plant I learned was invasive in the Butterfly Garden. I had no issue performing on a stage in middle and high school. Unaware of the neurological diagnosis suggested when I was four and five-years-old, I lacked a shy filter, just as I did a social… Continue reading In the Bright Lights
For Corrie’s Ninth Birthday
Each year, we honor Corrie’s birthday in a small celebration with friends.
A Reflection of Corrie before her Ninth Birthday
A video reflection of Corrie before her ninth birthday in her Arendelle Garden.
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.
The Light When All Other Lights went Out
By the age of six, a person with autism will experience more negative interactions compared with other children.
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."
Judgement in Grief, Part I: Cast off the Japanese Beetles
But I do believe what was in the dark will come to light.
Corrie's Season 