Grief and gratitude
I was three years old when I met Jamie. Of my closest friends, I have exactly zero memories of meeting any of them. But Jamie? I’ll never forget. I’m outside in the yard at Kathy Brown’s Preschool. The swing set is nearby, and kids are playing and shouting. I’m standing…
It recently dawned on me that the Missing Project is never done. It will never be checked off. I will always miss James and there is no way to skip this part. To speed it up, or jump to the end. It’s my soul’s laundry hamper. The Missing Project is…
Every time I see a box of Kleenex, I’m reminded of James’ last few days at home. He sees the box and says to me, “We’re going to need a lot more of those.” Oh that guy. So back in 2016, I looked through every single page of Etsy results…
I lost the trust I had in my own body.I tore down our house.I lost my job.I lost my health insurance.I lost my life insurance.I lost my business.I lost my boss.I lost my work best friend. And our team.I lost the shop.I lost the love of my life.I lost the…