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...
I recently got to spend the day fangirling one of my favorite authors, Rob Bell, on the last day of his “How to Be” tour. I loved his book, How to Be Here, and my sweet friend surprised me with tickets to this event for my birthday. I’m not even...
As other mothers sent their kiddos off to the first day of school today, I made my way to the place where my son died. I haven’t been there since Mason took his own life. I couldn’t go, couldn’t be there, couldn’t see where our lives ended. Until today. My friend’s...
Halloween has never been my thing. Oh, I did it up for Mase ‘cause that’s what mamas do, but it’s never been the holiday that really tripped my trigger. Now, even less so. Mase, age 3 As I sip my coffee and consider my evening plans, I’m wondering, “What does a childless...
I saw him in my dream a few nights ago and he was so beautiful! In his early 20's and so amazingly handsome and confident, he had a backpack slung over one shoulder and a relaxed grin on his face. He showed up to travel with me. I was so...
It’s strange to be writing this because I still feel like I am living in a dream, a nightmare of the worst kind. I still hope I will wake up on June 3rd, 2013, and have a chance to do it all over again and save my son’s life. But...
The following is what I wrote in preparation for sharing a piece of my story at Casa de Luz on April 28th, 2014. "My name is Holly Chamberlain. I am the founder of the aMasongrace project. The aMasongrace project exists to empower and support young people, share a message of truth,...
Who wants to lose their child? Who thinks it could happen? Who could predict that on February 16, 1999, the clock would start counting backwards from 5,221 days? We know our days are numbered and our physical presence on this earth is finite. However, we never expect that number to...
I’m doped up on meds and numbing the grief. Yeah, I said it. Me. The girl who insisted on “feeling life” – the good, the bad, the exhausting, the sad, the painful – is now heavily medicated. Is there shame in that? Nope. Not for this girl. Here’s how it...