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January 25, 2022

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

January 21, 2022

Nightmares & Grief: Losing Her Again & Again

January 19, 2022

The Difference in a “Hi Mom!”

Staring at a House that used to be Yours

January 13, 2022

Hold On To Me: Here, In My Grief

Showing Up Differently After Grief

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We appreciate those willing to sit with us in our

We appreciate those willing to sit with us in our darkness just as much as in our light. 💗

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I miss the me I was when you were here and I wonde

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 enjoy life together.

I miss the version of me I was when you were here. Back when you were here I knew less stress, less sorrow and less longing. Back when you were here I knew less anxiousness, less sadness and less destruction. Back then I knew the fragility of life but I’d never actually seen the fragility of life. Back then I knew the fleeting aspects of time but I never watched as time ran out on someone I loved. Back then I was different and things were different.

I miss the version of me that had you here. I miss so much from the past but mostly just the simple way it held you in it. The way you loved me. The way you showed up for me. The way you seemed to live your life especially for me while also for everyone else you loved. The way you lived with all the things I try to live with now: hope, light, love, compassion and grace. Things that have been hard to hold while also holding immense grief.

For so long grief illuminated only darkness on the evolution of who I'd become after losing you. I allowed it in, some days I even embraced it. I let it cover me and then quickly the darkness covered everything. It’s easier to melt away in the dark. It’s easier to cry and scream and stay angry in the dark. In the dark it’s impossible to see and I refused to see a future that didn’t include you, so I stayed there, missing the way things were and unable to go back.

I miss the me I was when you were here but I’ve decided that if I have to change and transform into something new it will be someone you’d be proud of. Someone you’d love and admire. Someone that would make you smile. I can’t be those things in the darkness. I can’t be those things while hiding away, ignoring this new life before me. I can’t honor your memory and celebrate your legacy if I’m stuck and sinking. So as hard as it is, I’m taking…CONTINUED IN COMMENTS…

All days I miss you and love you. © Chelsea Ohl

All days I miss you and love you.

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When my mother died, pieces of me were lowered int

When my mother died, pieces of me were lowered into the earth with her. Portions of my heart and soul left the moment she did. Just as permanently gone as she is and will always be.

Today, I realized that portions of my grief were so consuming it was as if my body was buried with her. As if I was lost too. And while I lost bits and pieces, and while I lost the part of me who had a mother, I am not lost completely.

I am not lowered into the earth, six-feet-under with no life or breath, though some days it has felt like it.

I am still here.

Living.
Breathing.
Being.

We need to remember this simple truth in grief: We remain. We hold purpose that remains to be achieved. We hold love left to give. Influence left to gift. Legacies left to create and craft.

While grief can kill pieces of those of us left on earth mourning. It did not steal our days. It did not steal our unique and purposeful design to be here, in this moment.

We have been blessed with more days, more breaths, more moments, and more memories. We simply have to take them.

As I feel immense grief today, I remind myself to not allow one death to multiply to two. I will not allow grief to paralyze the legacy left to me when my mother passed. Like the baton passed in running track, she entrusted me with her life’s work, to never be forgotten, which means I need to live for both of us. For she would die again, over and over, if she knew that her death also stole the potential of my future.

I will live with grief, forever. But only because I vow to always keep living, even on days I feel the pressure and weight of six feet of dirt and dust and heartbreak.

My purpose remains and so does yours. Let’s not allow death to multiply prematurely. Instead, let’s explore the purpose in the added moments of our time here and the priceless legacy we were crowned with.

xox, Chels

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Losing my mother taught me the fragility of life.

Losing my mother taught me the fragility of life. It taught me to savor time with those I love. So my advice to everyone is always the same, do not wait. 💛

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A broken heart is broken. © Chelsea Ohlemiller:

A broken heart is broken.

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