A young widows journey… starting over, parenting, and finding my own piece of sunshine.
Dear Boys, It's been a while since I've written you a letter, so today (Good Friday) I thought I should. BJ...my growing, handsome, strong and resilient boy.... how I love you. You're slowly turning into a preteen. You say the cool little phrases "you thought!" or "duh" and your little brother thinks you hang the …
It's been quite a while since I've posted anything... but I've felt like writing for quite a while and just now have a minute to get something down. I find myself writing in my head some days... I'll lay down at the end of the day and think about the post I'd like to write, …
This has been a long week. I think the loss of Byron is finally hitting BJ. He's been more emotional than usual and acting out at school in ways that he never has. He's also told me in the middle of tears and frustration that he "wants his daddy." This past Wednesday was the first …
This is my first letter to you. One of what probably will be hundreds. I'm not writing this letter for any particular reason other than to tell you how much I love you and that I am so incredibly grateful God blessed me with you. When I think of your short time on this earth …
"You are going through the trenches, going at it all alone, with no future to look forward to other than raising those boys. But one day Byron is going to speak to you telling you that you must move forward and get yourself together and at that instance you'll realize that no matter what you must also live for you"...
There are days when I feel like life sucks but I will get through each day step by step... some days I actually feel like I'm doing well at moving forward and doing what needs to be done for my boys and then there are days like today. Where I toss and turn, wake up tired and feel like I'm walking through quick sand all day knowing that instead of looking forward to getting off work at 5pm my day won't end until both boys are in bed. Then wash.Rinse. And Repeat.
It takes effort to drudge up enough give a damn to actually give a damn.
People tend to believe that being a single mother is the same as being a widowed mother. On the exhausting nights when you want a break and there's no one to hand your child to for a break I'm sure it is... there are similarities in both paths. But there's also a stark contrast between …
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I haven't posted in a while... mainly because this is a hard post to write. March 5th I got a call that no one wants to receive... A hospital in the neighboring city had my husband and according the doctor he was critical and I needed to come right away, she wouldn't give me any …
So, I’m the proud parent of a 3 year old, a funny, demanding, and opinionated 3 year old. I think each stage BJ goes through I say “this is my favorite stage” I believe it every time I say it but … really, for real this time, this is my favorite stage. BJ tells me …
