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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...

Today I am full of a bunch of thoughts that begin with the words “I’ll never…” I’m overwhelmed and saddened by the realization of the hundreds of things I’ll never do with my son. Remember that character in the Charlie Brown cartoons? Pigpen was his name, I think. Wherever he...

Picture a dry erase board with tons of black and red writing all over it… ideas, thoughts, comments, quotes, plans, list of things to do. Then imagine taking a stiff, dried up eraser and trying to wipe the board clean. It leaves a ton of smudged ink behind. Now write...

Time flies by so quickly and yet the days are excruciatingly long. I still cannot wrap my head around the fact that he is gone. While in Mexico, I watched weeks 29 and 30 pass. No fanfare but my own. No acknowledgement of the devastating impact of his departure except...

I’ve made it pretty obvious that I hate winter, but in case we haven’t met, let me tell you up front and as plainly as I can: I hate winter. I hate being cold. I don’t like the sound or feel of snow crunching under my boots. I cannot stand...