Tag: grief
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My Past Self Would Be Proud: I Finally Learned to Let Go
What’s something you’ve done that your past self would be proud of? View all responses Something my past self would be proud of? Learning that I don’t have to fix everything I didn’t break. I’ve spent so much of my life loving hard, holding on, and hoping I could somehow bring people back together, but…
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We Grew Up Together… So How Did We Become Strangers? (Part 3)
Part 3: It Stops With Me… What I Refuse to Pass Down At the end of Part 2, I finally had to face a truth I didn’t necessarily want to accept: Maybe I was trying to heal something that was never mine to fix. For a long time, I think part of me believed that…
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We Grew Up Together… So How Did We Become Strangers? (Part 2)
When Family Drama Becomes the Next Generation’s Burden At the end of Part 1, I said something that has been sitting heavy on my heart… I wasn’t the only one losing my cousins. My sons were losing theirs too. And maybe that’s the part that hurts me the most. Because I know what it feels…
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We Grew Up Together… So How Did We Become Strangers? (Part 1)
When My Cousins Were My Sisters When you’re a kid, nobody tells you that some of the people you can’t imagine living without might one day become people you barely talk to. Nobody tells you that the sleepovers will eventually stop. That Grandma’s house won’t always feel the same. That everybody will grow up, have…
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The Day the Music Stopped (PART 3)
Picture this… There was once a woman whose perfume could drift through a room and instantly make me feel safe. The kind of perfume that didn’t just smell good, it smelled like home. Her hugs were warm enough to melt away your worries, and her laugh? Whew. Her laugh deserved its own radio station. It…