The first few months of navigating life as a widowed parent are extremely difficult. Every moment of those days is permanently imbedded in my mind. If…
My daughter died at the age of four months. My life was completely shattered. The pain I felt in my heart and my body was indescribable.
Some people become widows in the blink of an eye, a tragic accident or sudden death. Some become widows after what I can only imagine a…
I was always taken with being a mother, from the moment I felt my sweet daughter enter the world. I’d never felt such all-consuming love for another being.
My mom was extraordinary. She had a list of living donors willing to part with their organ just so she could live. In 1995 all that altruism and charity was frowned upon. Doctors would never think of taking something from someone that wasn’t a genetic link.
I have had to let go of my vision of what a family should look like and how parents should behave toward their children.
If something were to happen to us, our children would have no parents. This is a scary thought and why we need to be extra cautious with ourselves.
Sally’s mind rolls backward to that fateful evening at 15, when her mother, diluting her sorrows with another round of gin, insisted her daughter needed to “try a little harder”.
Back then in my innocent, happy days, the thought of having my name on a headstone before I died seemed, well, creepy.