Tag: grief

Hyatt Regency Hill Country Resort + Life Lately

hyatt regency hill country

This past week was a tough one to put it mildly. Thursday (October 19th) was the 2nd anniversary of my brother’s death. (Anniversary is a weird word to use because I like to think of anniversaries as happy times). Anywho, Corey and I drove to San Antonio to spend some time with my sweet Momma at the

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An Unexpected Journey

an unexpected journey

This is a SUPER picture-loaded post, my friends. Apologies for that in advance! It’s been a very emotional, intense week for us which is why I haven’t posted in so long. An unexpected death in our family took my mom and I north to Republic, MI. That’s in the Upper Peninsula in Michigan (basically Canada,

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The Basis of Fear: Anxiety + Depression

The Basis of Fear

You wanna hear a dirty word? Here it is: ANXIETY. That’s right. I said it. Anx-EYE-eh-TEE. A lot of people have already stopped reading, so if you’re still here, thank you. I think it’s time I get real dirty and honest about anxiety and its relationship with my grief. I’ve been brooding over this book

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Life Lately

burroughs park

Our sweet Osa went to the Rainbow Bridge on Monday. If you haven’t heard of the Rainbow Bridge, you’ve got to read the poem here. She was starting to whimper in pain and could hardly breathe because of all the cancer and fluid in her body. It was such a tough decision, but in the

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"Soon, Grasshopper, Soon"

grief

[Just a disclaimer – this is personal and very raw. It’s definitely not a light-hearted post. However, I think it represents my brother the best way I know how to.] It’s been one year since we lost Jimbo. It feels like no time at all, but also the longest year of my life. I’ve been

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Pineapple

Pineapple

Eight weeks ago, our son was born. Three months ago, my brother died. Four years and one day ago, my dad died. Here’s the breakdown: I met my husband on August 31, 2010. Three months later, my dad was diagnosed with late-stage colon cancer and given two months to live. He lived an additional fourteen

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