It’s Super Bowl Sunday and my sister-in-law, Jenny, with her daughter-in-law Sam (my niece by marriage), are preparing their football feast. This deviation of nature, a red potato no less, was going to be sacrificed for potato salad. And Jenny rocks at potato salad. But no! Samantha to the rescue!
My friends and I joined the Women’s March in Richmond Virginia today. It was a lively event with chants and singing. The signs were great. And funny. I parked at a friend’s house in the fan museum district and when I got out of the car, this was right in my face. A sign?
As we were walking
I recently visited a contact at SCAN, Stop Child Abuse Now, and when I walked back to her office, I saw this wall. A heart wall, all painted by children who have suffered some kind of trauma.
I liked the fact they were all together making a statement, the group of them all bright and colorful. By themselves,
Wrung out, cried out and feeling the dull ache of ‘miss you Charles.’
Not wanting to get out of bed. But I do.
Not wanting to run. But I do.
Nothing I can grab onto. Sinking.
I want to fix this. But I can’t.
Trying to get out of my own head. But stuck.
When I saw this at the Overnight Walk in Washington DC it was like it was made for this project. The luminaries are all about honoring the life and struggles of those who have died by suicide
I look at the sky a lot.
The clouds, in particular, are soothing to me since Charles’ suicide. I’m always amazed at how much entertainment is up there.
These birds formed a heart in New Mexico and Katherine caught it with her camera. It made me think of that Hitchcock movie, “The
Charles’ life was sadly cut short, but love remains. And it always will. Just because I lost my child to suicide, doesn’t mean I stopped loving him.
My childhood friend and schoolmate, Leigh, saw this in Dupont Forest a few weeks ago and sent it. Pretty incredible find.
What is the #griefheart project?
It’s been a long time since I’ve made a mud pie. But I made one today. I do feel like I’ve had a grief relapse lately. When I’ve talked to other moms in this “club,” they tell me it’s the result of being close to the death anniversary of June 5. It’s
This heart was sent to me by Debbie Morrison. It appeared on the beach, she took the picture and sent it by text today with the message, “Thinking of you.”
It represents the waves of love and outpouring of support I have gotten since Charles died. Support which has been so important