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January 25, 2022

The Me I Used to Be–When You Were Still Here

I miss the me I was when you were here and I wonder what you’d think of the woman I’ve become. I miss the carefree pieces of life back when I didn’t know loss and certainly never had to comprehend loss. I miss feeling whole and the way life felt before grief and fear. I miss being able to call you and hug you and…

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January 21, 2022

Nightmares & Grief: Losing Her Again & Again

The nightmares have come back. Each night this week she’s dying over and over again and I can’t save her. In most of them I can’t even get to her. She’s out of reach and running out of time. I do everything in my power to change things but I can’t. I wake up only to fall back asleep and have the torture continue right…

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January 19, 2022

The Difference in a “Hi Mom!”

I sit in the corner booth sipping my coffee, lost in thoughts of my endless to-do list. I hear a phone ring which brings me back to reality and this moment. The young girl next to me answers charismatically with a “Hi Mom!” and with those simple words I’m gutted. With those two words I’m no longer alone in this booth, for now grief is…

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Staring at a House that used to be Yours

The car is parked and I’m crying, emotional to the sight before me. I’m sitting inside a still car, one that sits in front of a house that used to be ours. A house that holds decades of memories and decades of love. A house that was more than a house, it was a home. It was my mother’s home, which made it all of…

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January 13, 2022

Hold On To Me: Here, In My Grief

Hold onto me here, exactly where I am at this very moment. Hold on to me, tightly, unafraid of the pain I hold, welcoming of my grief and my ache.  Hold me here, as I kneel at this grave, staring at a headstone I wish never existed. Staring at a space, covered in dirt and sprinkled with my tears. I visit this place because it…

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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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