Mother’s Day this past Sunday marked the 4 week anniversary of my miscarriage. I admit. I avoided church. Didn’t send cards to the women in my life who model motherhood. Barely called/texted the incredible Mama and Mother-in-Law that continually light up my life. I ignored the holiday. Four weeks ago (now nearly five), I told… Continue reading Dandelion Dreams
Reblogged from my personal blog http://acupofbliss.wordpress.com In the wee hours of the morning on Friday, April 26, my incredible Grandfather was welcomed through Heaven’s gates. I imagine him standing there with a background of white as a slightly younger version of himself. His head is balding, but his hair is still tinted dark brown. His… Continue reading Death is not done yet
A friend helped me put words to a heartache I could not name. I never got a “Positive” to prove that my body did indeed conceive a child. I started bleeding and cramping before that was possible. As I was groping for words, she helped me: “Whether or not you were pregnant, your heart was.”… Continue reading A miscarriage of the emotions
Yesterday, I sat in a slip-covered chair under a canvas awning, as my father and uncle said final words before my grandfather’s body was buried in the family plot. Today, I think, act, ponder, write this post “The Day After Death.” It’s a medley. A medley of finality. My grandfather is really gone. Life keeps happening. I’m… Continue reading The Medley of Finality
Forgive me if you are reading this post for the second time, but these are the only words coming right now . . . A knock on the door interrupted my Saturday afternoon. My sweet friend Tyler stood on the front porch, bearing gifts. Ben & Jerry’s tucked in one hand. A card clasped in… Continue reading A Man Beloved. Hearts Aching.