Harsh Realities

July 7, 2020

Grief’s Visit. Grief’s Team.

I lay in bed and close my eyes. I wait. I know it will find me eventually. It always does.  The darkness. The grief. The emptiness. The heartbreak. They always come. Traveling together.  I’ve had a great day, full of fun and family and joy. But that doesn’t matter. The darkness always finds me. It doesn’t steal the joy and happiness of the day, it…

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July 3, 2020

Three Years

Three years ago today my world collapsed. Three years ago today I learned the ability to continue living with a piece of my heart shattered, exposed, and raw. Three years ago today I hugged and kissed my mother for the very last time.  Three years ago today my mother left this earth. Some days it feels like it was just yesterday that I heard her…

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Weathering the Storm of Grief

The thunder rolls. It’s loud and noticeable. It bangs. It rattles. It roars. Streaks of lightning cut through like an illuminated knife.  This thunder, this storm, it isn’t outside, nor found in the sky. This is the storm of loss.  The storm of grief. Mighty and strong. Steady and unpredictable. A storm that causes destruction of the soul. A storm that causes destruction of the…

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Marry the Person: Grief Edition

I’ve read countless “Marry the Person Who…” articles. All have held truth. All have held beauty. However, after enduring the loss of my mother, grief made my list much different than the ones I’ve read.  Grief taught me important components of relationships and love. Grief revealed new aspects of my husband’s love and support that I never knew I needed, but became so grateful to…

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July 2, 2020

Looking At You, Sweet Girl

I will never stop looking at you like this. With a sparkle in my eye and a smile across my face. I will never stop staring at you with amazement and awe. You are my daughter and you occupy an entire space of my heart.  You could be 5, you could be 50, my love will always find you. It will always surround you. It’s…

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Chelsea Ohlemiller

Chelsea Ohlemiller

A thirty-something wife, mother and educator who has Indiana roots and a passionate spirit. Chelsea is a sappy romantic, coffee junkie, book collector, and person who wears her heart on her sleeve. She’s sarcastic, full of jokes, full of tears, and enjoys writing most when life gets messy or complicated. In 2017, Chelsea's mother passed away. Through her grief journey, she decided to take her mother’s advice and share her writing with the world. One day she gained the courage to honor her mother's wishes and write. It turned out to be one of the best decisions she's ever made.

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