There was never a flower, wild or not, our daughter failed to love.
What the Farm Means to Me
There was never a flower, wild or not, our daughter failed to love.
Tag: parent bereavement
Coffee and Cake (A Corrie Poem)
I dream of the airplane with blue wings, Corrie's cake, and coffee with cream.
December … We Remember
Corrie wouldn't want us to leave her grave undecorated. She'd be out there with me adding ribbons and, probably, arguing with me about why we can't leave feather boas on the gravesites.
Stepping on the Jelly Fish
In the book, Healing A Parent's Grieving Heart: 100 Practical Ideas by Alan Wolfelt wrote: "In the United States alone, more than 100,000 children die each year."
The G-Word
This is the fourth post in my goodbye series. Dedicated to those who have ever had to say goodbye too soon. July is is Bereaved Parents' Month. Don't say the g-word. I don't want to hear it. "God?" you ask. I roll my eyes like my daughter, Corrie, did when I asked her a question… Continue reading The G-Word
Corrie's Season 