Thirteen years ago my father took his life. He walked outside after leaving a choked up message on my mom’s cell telling her not to enter the garage and hung himself. She and my sister were an hour away at the family beach house, and I was in New Mexico, journaling about one of the most vivid dreams I ever had. … More Acts of Bravery Guest Post: On Sorrow
Until three years ago, I couldn’t understand why people hated the holidays. I got it in theory. No family, bad memories, loss, loss, loss. Of course it sucked for those people, but I still had my family and life was lovely.
Now I get it.
But can I tell you how tired I am of the sting of loss during what should be happy times? … More Thankfulness in the Midst of Loss and Easter