Category: Nitty Gritty Dirty Grief
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Kickin’ some a**
Yeah, that’s right….that’s me…kickin‘ a little backside……totally. When my parents got divorced, my dad mentioned that he would go to TWO aerobics classes a day and do everything in double time. I love my dad but sometimes he isn’t very coordinated. Single time might be a stretch….I can only imagine two hours a day of…
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Bob the Spider……
When we lost Jack, I refused to kill anything; spiders, ants, moths, bugs, creepy crawlies….I would kindly escort them out of the house and into the garden. In my grieving mama mind, life is precious in any form. That summer of Jack I even befriended a spider underneath our front porch light and let him…
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Insolent Mouse
I was toodling around town the other day and pulled behind a big truck. A great, big Mickey Mouse was displayed on the rear window. Mickey was smiling at me; one hand on his swingy little hip. He was smiling his great, big Mickey smile….. And he was flipping me the bird. Really? I thought.…
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Hopeful Parents
I am guest blogging today. My essay Are We Enough can be found over at Hopeful Parents. Go visit! XO- Heather
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Grandma Juju’s letter to Smooch
I am still posting readings from the Memorial Service. This is from Grandma Judi… Samantha—My Sweet, Precious Smooch— What a gift you are to all of us. During all of your illnesses and hospital stays, your Mama and I would often look at each other and say that you would get well enough for the…
Samsmom: Life, Joy, Loss and Loving your Mitochondria 