This evening while standing over a sink of dishes and feeling like the rug had been yanked out from under me, my husband asked if I still feel the same level of intense heartache that I felt two years ago. Today marks two years since TJ’s Celebration of Life and somehow it feels like it was but a moment ago…
Have you ever had one of those days that didn’t quite go as planned? It’s not that it went totally off the rails, but little things here and little things there didn’t work out and it left you feeling less than satisfied? What if that day was one that held great significance to you and you desperately wanted it to…
Hello! Is anyone there? I’m not quite myself these days. These many days. 729 days to be exact, but who’s counting? I am. Every day, every hour, every minute, every second without my firstborn son, TJ. He was ripped from my arms on Saturday, January 9th, 2016 and the world has been topsy-turvy ever since that cold winter day. TJ…