Tag Archives: grief

A month ago

But it seems like yesterday, and a lifetime, all at the same time. I’ve learned that I have amazing friends.   I’ve learned that grief has no limits, that tears don’t stop, that the simple act of breathing is enough to … Continue reading

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Two weeks

and I still look for you when I get home I still find myself thinking, “I don’t need to eat all this chicken, I should save some for Max.”   I called to you to day to come get cheese.   I … Continue reading

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He’s home

We picked up Max’s ashes this morning.   I expected to fall completely apart – that happens on a regular basis these days.    Strangely,  I didn’t.   I cried in the car, as Bear held the bag with the two boxes … Continue reading

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One week

And my heart is still in pieces. One week has passed and it hurts more now than it did the night you left.    I look for your sweet face, I sniff the air trying to catch your scent, I … Continue reading

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without you

You made me whole Bear took the broken pieces of my heart and held them tight till they were healed.   He put me back together when all the world seemed determined to break me apart and keep me broken. For … Continue reading

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The Rainbow Bridge

There’s a new angel tonight at the Bridge Run free, my sweet boy. Find your friends and play bitey face And let me know you’re okay now I will love you forever

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Struggling

Wondering if we’re doing the right things, wondering how Max really is, wondering if something is already inside him that we can’t see Wondering if this is his last snowstorm (If so, it was a good one and he enjoyed … Continue reading

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When tears to laughterM

and memories make you smile more than cry, healing has finally begun. It’s been 16 years since my Poppa died.    For a long time, I couldn’t look at an M&M, couldn’t hear certain songs, couldn’t watch a Mets game. … Continue reading

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Memories and melancholy

It’s been almost 11 years since my mother died.    There are parts of that night that I don’t remember.   I remember waking up to pee, and the phone ringing.   We didn’t have a phone upstairs so I … Continue reading

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Anna

She won my heart the first time I met her.   Max took me to her room, and then he took me back, again and again.   And we won her over, this beautiful, strong, stately woman.   We got to know her … Continue reading

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