In the same conversation as the parody of Dorothy I mentioned that it would never have worked having my mother move in so I could care for her. I jokingly said if we were both under the same roof, one of us would have had to die. I told him my mother had come to […]
When I am troubled I tend to do a lot of reading in hope of finding an answer that might soothe my troubled heart. After I lost my son, and I mean several months after because I wasn’t capable of comprehending anything for the first few months, I started buying and reading books on grieving […]
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I was thinking about how I could possibly explain to someone how it feels to have lost your only child. Imagine a sailboat without a rudder. For a really long time. While I was successful in my career, motherhood was really my thing. Work was what I did to make money so I could raise […]
You might think I’m crazy, but I think my dad came to visit me after he died. It was a couple years after his death in the early morning hours of my birthday. We talked for a couple hours and he left because I needed to get some sleep. I woke up in the morning […]
I don’t have a lot of sad thoughts about my son anymore. Somewhere along the way I chose to celebrate the 22 years I got to have him in my life rather than dwell on the sadness and sorrow of him not being here anymore. I was driving yesterday and for some reason I thought […]
Today is my dad’s birthday. If he hadn’t died 28 years ago he would be 91 today. Wow. Twenty-eight years later and I still miss him and think of him often with incredible love and fondness. I still wish he was here, but since he’s not I hope he’s with my son. It may seem […]
I want to try to take a shot of explaining what it’s like to be a daughter raised by a narcissistic mother since I’ve found it isn’t easily understood by the vast majority of people who were raised in far less dysfunctional households than I was. Long before I came along my mother had decided […]
