The beach on New Year's Day. I wrote this poem on New Year's Day. While my family and I were happy to see an end to 2020, it brought a bittersweet and sad moment where I realized that it would be our first full year without Corrie. When We Finally Understand HurricanesA cliche goes:when you… Continue reading A Corrie Poem: When We Finally Understand Hurricanes
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A Poem of Loss: Where We Walk
Friend, I know loss like the knowledge that snow seldom sticks to sidewalks where we walk, or it stays soft for as long as it takes a running back prodiogy to run for a touchdown. Touch down, I know you'd hoped his feet would touch down on the ground again, and hopes wanted are dreams… Continue reading A Poem of Loss: Where We Walk
A Poem: These Gifts Given in Times of Black Ice
My favorite Christmas picture of Corrie from 2017. The poem below is written as a "thank you" to so many people who sent us cards, messages, or gifts in support of our journey without Corrie. This is a poem you have to read through with the biggest "thank you" to Mom and my husband, John.… Continue reading A Poem: These Gifts Given in Times of Black Ice
Candy Cane: A Corrie Poem
Corrie sang last year in her preschool's Christmas concert, and of course puts her hands in her sleeves. Corrie om Christmas Day last year sitting on her new Frozen bike in the box. The last picture ever both of my children with Santa Claus. Corrie with all the coloring and Frozen book collection on the… Continue reading Candy Cane: A Corrie Poem
A Sibling Love Story: Poem for Corrie and Hayes
Hayes and Corrie in early May 2020. sticks in black water, the lake where my grandparents lived looked black until you crept to the side and saw sticks with splintered stems. i’ve heard love stories like that before. the story where a couple chooses the happiest moments for coffee mugs, pillows, and twentieth anniversary albums.… Continue reading A Sibling Love Story: Poem for Corrie and Hayes
A Poem: We’ll Still Ride Upside Down
Remember our discussions of rollercoasters ...
Why We Remember
This means so much for the work I do in honor of Corrie, so these children are remembered.
Coffee and Cake (A Corrie Poem)
I dream of the airplane with blue wings, Corrie's cake, and coffee with cream.
The Best Reason Why: John, His Service, and His Poem
Some loves experience more pies in the face than ballets and dreams sold to strangers on a holiday channel.
The Three Cs in Growth through Grief
Friends on social media share the happy pictures of their children all of the time. Now, I can either drink two bottles of wine and feel the full weight of envy, or I can celebrate the life of my daughter by making somber places beautiful. I can make them look like the joy and happiness Corrie brought to my life.