I want to scream but my breath and energy have escaped. I cannot believe I am here again, knocked to the floor kneeling from the consequences of grief. I thought I had this all figured out. I thought I knew all of the triggers and the way it seemed unpredictable but also like it formed a pattern I could control.  I was wrong.  Grief simply…

I lock the car and head into the gym where my daughter is finishing up winter softball training. I’ve got tired eyes and a slow and steady pace, grateful for an unseasonably warm winter day. It’s been a challenging week– the kind that’s been filled with the fog of grief. The kind of week that has highlighted my mother’s absence. I’m a little overwhelmed and…

I told her everything would be fine. I thought it would be. I told her that I’d see her as soon as she was out of the hospital, as soon as her surgery and procedure were done. It seemed like an ordinary day when I told her I loved her and left her in the doctor’s care. Before leaving, I told her again that everything…

Her message reads, “My mom and I are best friends and she was diagnosed a year ago with ALS. I am trying to prepare myself for life without her, but I’m devastated and she’s still here. I’m making memories but secretly heartbroken. Any tips?” Every time I get a message like this I wish I had an “easy” button. I wish I had a way…