We’ve all heard the saying. Most of us even believe it: Time heals all wounds. This is probably one of the most widely used phrases when trying to comfort someone. But I have to say that I don’t believe it’s true. There are wounds that can’t be healed. I know this because I have exactly… Continue reading The Truth about Time
“So did you guys have your baby?” Her voice was filled with excitement. I had been waiting for this question. We visited this little Mexican food restaurant frequently. It was right around the corner from our house. She had seen my belly. She had made conversation. I knew it was only a matter of time… Continue reading No Good Reason
On December 24th of last year, my husband and I got in my mom’s truck so she could take us home from the hospital. The drive was short, but felt incredibly long. I remember staring down at my arms. Empty. They felt heavy. Like dead weight with no purpose…. “There is, I am convinced, no… Continue reading Empty Arms
It was memorial day weekend. My husband and I made the 2-hour drive to our hometown for a barbeque with my family. My mom had planned a water gun war. We were a little apprehensive. Family get togethers can be a little bit sad, because a part of the family isn’t there. Link is a… Continue reading The Missing Cousin
I was lying in the hospital bed, pumped full of pain medications on December 23rd: the day after losing him, when my husband said, “I want to get a tattoo of his name.” I was a little surprised. Over the years, my husband and I have not spent very much time arguing. The one topic… Continue reading Pieces of You
It’s true what they say about grief: once you’ve lost someone, your life will always be separated into two categories. It will have a Before and it will have an After. It’s a strange separation. It’s hard to remember things clearly from before I lost Lincoln. Things feel a little fuzzy, including my pregnancy. It… Continue reading Before and After
I have never been a particularly emotional person. I lean more towards reason and logic. While I’ve always been capable of sensitivity and compassion, I rarely allowed myself to let tears flow in front of anyone else. The exception to this was my husband. That’s how I knew that he was someone special: I allowed… Continue reading When it’s Been a While Since You’ve Cried
