It’s this time every year, at least for the last three, that my heart starts to get silently jaded. I start to just feel yucky. I start to get mad […]...

Melina I have sat down a million times to write this letter today. I have deleted and started over. I can’t do it. I’m just tired. My heart was just […]...

In nine days she is supposed to be seven. How do you not make it to your seventh birthday? That makes no sense to me, none. A perfectly healthy baby […]...

How can you express how much you miss someone when the one person you want to say it to you cant. I can’t send the text. I can’t leave the […]...

This month can be a weight. It is a constant reminder of the underfunding of pediatric cancer research. It has taken me a long time to accept the cancer word […]...

This summer has been a lot. A lot of good. A lot of sad. A lot change. My heart is all over the place. Which I’m starting to accept as […]...

Some people say grief is like waves. Some times it catches you off guard. Sometimes you can see it coming. Other times you brace until the moment passes. While this […]...

I have become more aware of this weight that I carry. It’s a weight I carry every where I go. Every minute of everyday. Its hard to describe. Most people […]...

I have noticed that everytime I have sat down in the last few weeks I have wanted to start my posts with, “this has been so challenging.” The last few […]...

This weekend is tough. I miss her big. I miss her always but today my heart can’t quite get back to the normal pace. I just knew something was wrong […]...