To my Mother, the Most Beautiful Bride-
Today marks four years since my mom’s passing, and this is my letter to her containing my fears and hopes of becoming even half the bride she once was.
Grief: Where Time Means Nothing.
The pain may subside, but it never truly leaves. It can become violent and calm all in the same breath. I don’t understand it. You would assume… Read more “Grief: Where Time Means Nothing. “
Without a Mother on Mother’s Day
This is only the second time that I have dreaded to “celebrate” Mother’s Day. I celebrate my Mother everyday, just by simply using my lungs that she… Read more “Without a Mother on Mother’s Day”
Stanley Rost Keller
Dear Daddy, It’s been exactly a year without you. My swollen heart hurts just as badly today as it did a year ago. I almost wish you… Read more “Stanley Rost Keller”
Exodus 20:12
I held her hand as her breathing began to slow. My Mother’s soul was leaving right before my eyes, and there was nothing I could do… Read more “Exodus 20:12”