Be a Warrior! Help us Fight DIPG!
Be a Warrior! Help us Fight DIPG!
No parent should have to think of their children associated with death. No parent should have to “visit” their child at the cemetery. No parent should have to wake up every day knowing there is one less sing-song good morning heard. Yet here we are. Here are thousands of parents throughout the world…
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Happy birthday baby boy. You should be 16 years old this year. I don’t even know what to say. Leading up to your birthday I felt broken. How can I not? The forever contemplation of what you would look like, how tall you would be, if you would be driving, who you were…
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Happy birthday my sweet boy. I can’t believe you would be 15 years old today. Such a fun time you would have had, to be 15. You would be getting closer to signing up for driving lessons. More independent with your every day decisions. More time with your friends versus hanging out…
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End of school is tough on me. The relaxed nature of the kids having fun with their classmates. The feel of summer with kids biking to school, wearing shorts and staying up later than they should. Madox always loved the last few weeks of school, but in elementary, they just had field trips,…
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5 years today. 5 years ago today we heard those words no parent wants to hear. 5 years ago we met a murderer, and it was attacking our son. No length of time will soften the hurt. We will forever remember that day, that specific moment. That walk down the bright hospital hallway….
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Father’s day doesn’t seem to hold as much importance as Mother’s day. You get the idea from people that you HAVE to go over board for mom. I totally understand why people think this. Mom’s are usually the ones who stayed home with you when you were ill. Who kissed your…
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Another Mother’s day has come and gone. It is always tough to understand emotions that become so present and prominent in one specific moment. Those moments have me realize that I’m just pieces of who I use to be. Fighting to keep those parts around, for myself and those around…
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Madox’s last Easter with us, was bittersweet. He was finally feeling better after returning home from a stint in the ICU and radiation was complete. Yet a nagging feeling stayed with him knowing this would be our last Easter together. I want to share my journal entry from that day. April 20,…
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I know I haven’t written here in a long time. I’ve been trying to ‘live’ life the best I could, as present as I should. Just recently, I realized how hollow I am. The faces I have, interchange so easily now. Without me really grasping what is unfolding. Around Valin I smile,…
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