Afterwards

Owen, Once again you have sent me a gift. This year as your birthday & death day approached I have found myself wanting to hib...

Owen, I had the most beautiful experience today while visiting your grave. I drove up there this morning after dropping your brother &...

Owen, It is once again July.  It sneaks up on me now. I lose track of the days and then find myself short-tempered, emotional, angry and ju...

Five years ago today, right about now, I was at the cemetery about to bury my son. My sweet tiny little boy was inside a white coffin just t...

Owen, this morning I woke early and watched the sunrise, as I do every year on the day of your birth. Its a quiet time when the rest of the ...

At the beginning, I often wondered where I would, who I would be all these days later. I would read blogs of women who had lost children ye...

Missing you now is more than an empty ocean, crashing on a jagged shoreline. It's more than the open plains fields of wheat, beaten down...