behind the smiles

Behind the smiles, the emojis the exclamation points on Facebook; behind the ‘normal’ chit-chat and “I’m fines”; behind the texts and business and noise of life, you can hear it. If you sit with me in the quiet, and listen, you will hear it too. A high, keening wail. If you cut me open, you…

How to Survive a Broken Heart

her heart brokeso she left her bodyshe left her body and my heart brokei invite her to live in mineto fill in the cracks,with her loveso that we both find a way to live on

Eight months

It’s been eight months since I’ve heard Isabel speak. Eight months since I’ve touched her hair, or given her a hug and a kiss. Eight months since I messed with her cute little ears in the mirror while she stands at the sink, brushing her teeth. Eight months since I’ve heard her laugh, or cry,…

Not the beginning, but a beginning…

My profile in the bio of this blog states that our eldest daughter “passed away in her sleep” due to cardiac arrest. This is true but not the whole story of what happened that morning. While it is true that we feel (most “we” here refers to my husband and Izzy’s father) that Isabel left…