Today you’ll scroll social media, as you often do, wasting time and lost in distraction. It will be much different than the days before because today is Mother’s Day. Your screen will be filled with mother-daughter hugs, teas and breakfasts, gifts and cards, and things that are simply not possible for you— a daughter with a mother in heaven.  You’ll scroll and see smiles and…

I’m getting my nails painted a shade of lavender that my mom would love. Purple was her favorite color. I’m spending the day getting ready for an event and trip that signifies a huge milestone in my life. I’m still in shock at how my dreams are unfolding and coming true. It makes me miss her with an intensity that cannot be ignored. I feel…

His death has always felt so incredibly unfair. He was taken at the peak of the ‘glory days’, where the naivety of youth still clouded our judgment, and where our only priorities were fun and freedom.  He was my first friend, though in reality he was always more like a brother. All of my childhood memories include him– from birthday parties to holidays, from sleepovers…

They say death comes in threes and for her it’s true. She sits, paralyzed by another death, another loss, another incomprehensible piece of her story erased before she was ready and before she even had time to comprehend the ones before.  She wonders how to continue stepping foot into each new day with all of the heartache of the grief and all of the fear…

It’s 10am and I hear my husband’s phone ring. Before he picks up, I already know who is on the other end. His father calls often, but today, on this day, he never forgets.  It’s not my husband’s birthday.  It’s not a holiday.  It’s a day that has marked longing and ache for the past 15 years— the day his mother died.  Every year on…