Harsh Realities

October 24, 2021

A Bump She Never Saw

She wouldn’t see my positive pregnancy test or the way my heart exuded through the smile on my face. She wouldn’t be at the other end of the phone call where I’d shout “I’m pregnant! You’re going to be a grandmother.” She wouldn’t be there to watch my belly grow and my heart expand.  She’d never know this version of her daughter, the one where…

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October 15, 2021

Bouncing Back

She looks at me and says, “It looks like you’ve bounced back. You look great.” Instinct nearly has me rolling my eyes, but both my heart and mind know she means well. Instead I smile and say, “I’m bouncing but I’m not sure I’m bouncing back. I’m constantly bouncing between hurting and healing, and grief and gratitude. It’s not a one-way bounce. It’s a constant…

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September 30, 2021

Flipping to October– The Emotions of a Birthday of Someone in Heaven

I flip the calendar from September to October, another month that has swiftly come and gone. As I use a paperclip to push back all of the previous pages and months before, I begin to cry. For the past five years this month brings tears and sorrow, where before it held joyful celebration of the birth of my mother, a day to celebrate her greatness.…

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September 22, 2021

Grief is Fickle

The text came through and the first sentence read “Grief is fickle.” My attention was immediately captivated by the unique message and the emotional outpouring that followed. As I continued reading through tears, my mind kept silently repeating, “Grief is fickle.”  I’ve written about grief for years but I have never used, nor thought of using that word. Fickle, it’s the kind of word that…

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September 20, 2021

Grief Takes Time

It takes time to see beyond those last breaths and final heartbeats. It takes time to see beyond the destruction and forever absence you’ve been left with.  Grief takes time. It takes time to see them beyond the sickness and the disease. It takes time to remember them before they became frail and actively dying. Grief takes time.  It takes time to step back into…

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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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