Why I Am Different, and I’m Pretty Sure That’s a Good Thing
Someone I thought was a friend once described me as “different.” She meant it in a negative way. And it used to bother me. But now I think that it’s a good thing. Because I am different.
Someone I thought was a friend once described me as “different.” She meant it in a negative way. And it used to bother me. But now I think that it’s a good thing. Because I am different.
Your grief does not make me uncomfortable. I won’t try to fix your grief. I won’t tell you platitudes like, “They’re in a better place,” or, “At least you had x amount of time with them.” I won’t dismiss or invalidate your feelings. I won’t tell you not to cry. I won’t tell you that…
As a grief blogger, I spend a lot of time reading blogs about grief and loss. I’ve put together a list of my favorite grief and loss blogs for you to follow below. I am honored to call many of the following writers my friends. There are other grief bloggers on this list I would…
If home is where my mom is, then my home is now in heaven. I never get to go home again. Not on Earth, anyways.
We were originally supposed to get married in May of 2008. But, when it was clear that my mother’s early onset Alzheimer’s disease was progressing rapidly, we moved the wedding up by four months. She still knew I was her beloved daughter at my wedding despite Alzheimer’s disease. Eighteen years ago today, on January 12,…