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My Family’s Story on Death, Loss and Grief

My Family’s Story on Death, Loss and Grief

My Family’s Story on Death and Loss… May 6th was his birthday. This was a date my mom always acknowledged every year as I was growing up. This is the only whole family photo we have. It was an unplanned family photo and quickly taken one day. (That’s me next to my baby brother on the right!) That sunny August midwestern day, I remember the air was heavy. The humidity was sweltering as my dad placed in my little seven-year-old hands a big pair of scissors. He told me to go outside to the flower beds and cut fresh flowers. I don’t remember the other flowers that surrounded the grand, gigantic green fountain; I just remember the snapdragons. Yes, the snapdragons. The name itself “snapdragons” seemed so magical to me. I remember loving the bursting color gradients, I cut heaping handfuls in every color combination. Hours later that same day, I stood shoulder to shoulder with my three brothers and little sister in front of our baby brother’s casket. I remember fighting my tears and how badly I wanted to cry. This was my first funeral. I didn’t know if I was supposed to cry. Just the day before, life was an ordinary day as my youngest brother, a year and half old, woke up bright and happy for life in our shared bedroom. No one knew by the end of the night, life in our family would forever be changed when he accidentally drowned in our family pool. I remember he looked like a statue of an angel lying in his casket as each of us placed our fresh...
My Family’s Story on Death, Loss and Grief

Life is Precious! Grab the Moment!

My Family’s Story on Death and Loss… May 6th was his birthday. This was a date my mom always acknowledged every year as I was growing up. This is the only whole family photo we have. It was an unplanned family photo and quickly taken one day. That sunny August midwestern day, I remember the air was heavy. The humidity was sweltering as my dad placed in my little seven-year-old hands a big pair of scissors. He told me to go outside to the flower beds and cut fresh flowers. I don’t remember the other flowers that surrounded the grand, gigantic green fountain; I just remember the snapdragons. Yes, the snapdragons. The name itself “snapdragons” seemed so magical to me. I remember loving the bursting color gradients, I cut heaping handfuls in every color combination. Hours later that same day, I stood shoulder to shoulder with my three brothers and little sister in front of our baby brother’s casket. I remember fighting my tears and how badly I wanted to cry. This was my first funeral. I didn’t know if I was supposed to cry. Just the day before, life was an ordinary day as my youngest brother, a year and half old, woke up bright and happy for life in our shared bedroom. No one knew by the end of the night, life in our family would forever be changed when he accidentally drowned in our family pool. I remember he looked like a statue of an angel lying in his casket as each of us placed our fresh cut flowers around his tiny body. The whole experience...

Tribute Of Gratitude To Inspiring Mothers

Today, I reflect on the actual birth day of my youngest child. I can’t help but feel a deeply moving gratitude for all those mothers who have inspired me along the way with their unwavering tenacity to protect, honesty in guiding their children, “knowing” to mother, giving in times where true unselfish strength is needed, and pure downright inspiration to do the right thing in the best interest of our children. As mothers, we give up parts of our bodies that we never get back to give children to the world. We give up our time that we never get back. However, the greatest gift we give up to our children is that deeper sense of love, the holiest part of ourselves to give wholeness to this child with the best of our intentions as they grow up. Letting our children know… You matter. You are loved. Mistakes are part of finding your way. And yes, you are still loved in that process. You are special, way special, matter of fact, I am enamoured by your specialness. Someone in this world has your back. You are a gift, filled with gifts, so talented in all your unique quirky ways that make you… “You”. I will always be your best cheerleader to embrace those special parts of you. Continue being that “YOU” and not someone else because it is way cooler to be who you are. You fill my heart in ways nothing else in life does. And most importantly, I am a better person because of mothering you. Deep gratitude to all you mothers who have… truly inspired me...