tired

I’m so tired of her being dead. I know that’s kind of a stark naked statement but it’s true. I’m exhausted with missing her. Every day, all day, for the rest of my life. Her death a life sentence. I carry her with me. I do. I know she’s not gone, but I’m weary of…

The most important thing

While June 20th became the special day as far as Izzy leaving us, everything that happened on This Day one year ago, (the night we shut off the life support), lurked in my psyche. Or maybe it’s woven in my soul, because it’s there whether I look at it or not. I spent the day…

in all things

If we all come from stardust, then you are galaxies. The light in this sweet face, lit from within, is born of a million suns, and my own body that carried you And carries you still. Your breath is the wind now. Under my hand, you are the tree. And the grass. And the ocean….

How to Survive a Broken Heart

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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…