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This is my letter to Mason. I originally posted this on September 1, 2013, three months after losing my son to suicide. It popped up in my Facebook reminders today, and I wanted to share it again to give my friends and followers some insight into the Grief journey and...

Memory is a funny thing. It can recall the most random of moments and erase the most necessary facts. It will remind you of what you wish you could forget and deny you the very thing for which your mind searches. Memory does what it wants, when it wants. Try...

Today I dreamed of him… I saw his face. I saw him smile at me. I spoke with him and soaked up the goodness of him. I wanted to share him with the world, to tell everyone he was back. I spoke to a few people and kept repeating the same...

The sad truth is that we are losing our kids, friends. Losing them. We will never, ever get them back. We must stop this now, today. We must start the conversation in our homes, our schools, our youth groups. We must look our kids in the eyes and see them...

For all the kiddos heading back to school, this post is for you. Feel those butterflies in your stomach? Use them. Those butterflies are energy just waiting to be applied. You can put them to good work today as you brave the ‘first day’ back to school. New teachers. New...

This weekend is kind of a big deal. My stomach knows it. The butterflies are fluttering about, vying for my attention, tickling at my awareness. My intestines also know it (TMI?). Sometimes they get a little nervous before an event, which I suppose is a good thing because it keeps...

There are moments in life that will send you to your knees, reeling with disbelief, begging for divine intervention. There are moments that will deliver a gut punch so powerful and so precise, that you will struggle to breathe for the rest of your life. There are moments so unbearably cruel, so...

Is it super ridiculous of me to ask for a ‘barf bag’ when my friend offers her support for an upcoming speaking event? I know it is tacky. Crude, even. I know it is weak and self-absorbed. Believe me, I know. I think my biggest fear these days is the...

Sitting in the Martins' kitchen on Thanksgiving Day, thinking about all of the things I am grateful for… well, actually, that’s not entirely accurate. I’m thinking of the things that make me laugh. I’m thinking of the things that make me wistful, misty-eyed, sentimental too. I’m marinating in memories and...