Index Cards are my new best friend!

Tonight I had the kids create their own personalized memory box. I found myself gasping for air every time the kids mentioned a memory of their dad because it saddened...

Grieve with tattoos and glitter

Today the kids watched a memorial video of all of their loved ones lost at camp. Instead of glamming it up with sparkles, Ava my 6 year old requested a...

You got a job in Heaven pretty quick!

John-Marlon’s dream for his first little girl was to see her in print because he said he couldn’t walk down the street without someone stopping to compliment her beauty. He...

Eternity is not just a cologne

I think when someone you love dies, your senses become heightened. I find myself staring at the sky, appreciating the rain, listening to the birds, watching butterflies and looking out...

From the Inside Out – Trust in the Lord

John-Marlon was able to make peace with his inevitable death because he had peace that surpassed any understanding, and that my friends cannot be bought, or learned by reading a...

MARNAVA – A place of healing for children by children

When Marlon passed away on May 7th, I knew that the first thing my kids needed was bereavement counseling. Once I was able to come up for air, I started...

How I wish you were here! A poem for my love.

How I wish you were here, How I miss you, although you are near. Now I know how you felt when I was here, but nowhere near I was always...

Your Breakdown is actually a Breakthrough

In my journey I have learned the hard way that I can choose to look at moments of crisis as a BREAKDOWN or a BREAKTHROUGH. A breakdown by definition means...

I never got the grieving handbook

Yesterday was 3 months since John-Marlon passed. I didn’t even realize that until this morning. My post last night was fitting for the 7th of the month. This morning I...

Remembering the silly times

Good morning friends. Yesterday, I was visiting Natalia and Ava’s Summer camp for parent visiting day. I saw a mom taking a picture of her daughter, and I offered to...

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