Tag: grief
More Than A Badge
I am so proud of my husband for choosing to be a police officer. He is my own knight in shining armor and his...
Learning to Navigate Motherhood Through Grief
I consider myself lucky to have had a built-in best friend for life in my mom. I was born in 1988, the youngest child...
Pancakes Without You: Lola’s 10 Year Death Anniversary
The sun has not yet risen in Chicago, but I wake up at the first sounds of life on the wooden floor above my...
Epilepsy, Our New Normal
When my daughter was about a year old, she started having these... episodes. They were eerily similar to a night terror, except she didn't...
Beyond Goodbye: Embracing Life After Loss
The moment I reached out for help navigating my grief is permanently etched in my memory. My mom had died a month prior, and...
Grief: I Did it. I Leaned in!
My dog died.
Patches was 15. She gave me joy. She was sweet. She fit our family perfectly. She needed us. I needed her. And...
Coping with the Loss of a Pet
In today's world, where there tends to be a steady barrage of negative discourse and routine disagreements, I think most would agree that losing...
Fatherless Once Again
Sometimes, it feels like I've spent more time fatherless than I did having a dad. This comes off a bit strangely because, well, I...
Ink Therapy: How Tattoos Helped Me Grieve
Tattoo parlors are filled with people addicted to ink. Some love the artistic expression, while others aim to brand themselves with a mantra or...
The Gifts of Grief
In October of 2022, my grandpa passed away. Losing him was a loss unlike anything I had ever known. And so was the grief....
An Organ Donor Saved My Mom’s Life
February 14 is National Donor Day, which is an extremely significant day for my family because it honors organ donors.
Over a decade ago, my...
A Lifeboat in the Ocean of Grief: How Our Puppy Brought...
My mom was in hospice care when she met our puppy, Remy. Never a fan of dogs, she looked at his wriggling, fluffy body...
Thanksgiving Without My Mom
With eyes as wide as saucers, my three-year-old daughter, Aria, whispered loudly to her baby doll, “Mommy said we are running away from the...
Holding Your Hand in Tragedy
When someone you love is facing a difficult time, it's hard to know how to support them. You fear saying the wrong thing. Last...













