February 4, 1999

Four years ago, I wrote Ashley a letter. She was facing major difficulties in overcoming her trauma. As a parent, it was so hard watching my daughter question her value as a young woman. Here is that letter: Dear ASHLEY, Names are funny things. When you were born, we...

Speak their name.

There is a sense of stillness this Christmas- a quietness. There is an unspoken reality of a missing piece. When others ask how we are doing, it takes me a second to compile an appropriate answer. Honestly? It takes everything in me to refrain from saying, “How do you...

Remember Me

REMEMBER ME  (Author Unknown) To the living, I am gone. To the sorrowful, I will never return. To the angry, they were cheated.   But to the joyful, I am at peace. And to the faithful, I never left.   I cannot speak, but I can listen. I cannot be seen, but I...

I light this candle in memory of…

Brady and I heard about the memorial tree-lighting and candlelight vigil for suicide survivors from a post on FB. As we drove to the church where the vigil was held, I could feel the heaviness in my stomach. Physical responses to stress and grief are common these...

The Angel Who Watches Over Us

I remember a time when my dad and I were driving to Tucson together in his new truck. We were listening to the radio and Christmas songs were playing. A familiar song, “Blue Christmas” by Elvis started to play. I looked over at my dad, and he was teary-eyed. He...

Christmas is coming….

As we enter the thick of the holiday season, I cannot help but think of past winter days spent baking, shopping, and decorating as a family.  Ashley was born into a family OBSESSED with Christmas. Her Grandma was the queen of Christmas and changed out just about...