I grew up Southern Baptist where we didn't typically pray for the dead. We prayed for the sick and we would pray for the people left behind after death, but prayers for the dead just didn't happen. It was as if they had played the cosmic game of Pac-Man and once they got eaten by... Continue Reading →
Where is the Damn Guidebook for Death
Life has a funny way of reminding you that there's no guidebook. People are quick to say, oh, the (fill in the blank with your religious text of choice) is my handbook. Yeah, but it doesn't answer all those practical questions that pop up after your spouse dies. How soon do you get rid of... Continue Reading →
Forbidden Memories
A few weeks ago, I had blogged about memories popping into my head from our hospital stay back in February. It was a long, brutal, emotional month and in the days following Bryan's death, those memories would creep into my mind threatening to consume me. I would slam the door in their face. I wasn't... Continue Reading →
65 Roses
A couple of years before Bryan was born, a little 4-year-old overheard his mother talking on the phone about Cystic Fibrosis. His young brain heard "65 roses". That marked the beginning of the unconventional nickname for the disease that ultimately took Bryan's life. Today, I got that rose tattooed on my right arm as a... Continue Reading →
If You Ever Fall in Love…
I'm a total romantic so I believe in all the things that make love magical. The graphic below was on my Facebook newsfeed and it's so perfect. It lists all the things recommended for if/when you fall in love with someone. Every single one has me saying, YES! These things will come naturally when you... Continue Reading →
My Space
No matter how dark my little world gets as I’m slowly healing, I love to see the bright things in my world. My latest little bright spot is my new place. I can never just simply move into a place and live in isolation. I like to know what’s going on. Who are my neighbors?... Continue Reading →
My Mosaic Life 