When Despair Speaks

Many people who mourn don’t feel they can admit the darker parts of grief. The days they don’t get out of bed. The feelings of anger or hopelessness or desperation. Oftentimes, when a grieving person tries to share these darker places, his or her feelings are diminished or silenced by others. “There’s always hope,” we’reContinue reading “When Despair Speaks”

All Parts are Welcome Here

In the months since Rob died, our family has developed a dark sense of humor. On the ride to school the other morning (when all our best conversations seem to happen), my children batted around jokes of the “Yo Momma” variety.  “My Daddy’s so awesome God wanted him to live with Him.”“My Daddy’s so richContinue reading “All Parts are Welcome Here”

The Seven Month Altar

It struck me yesterday that we have lived the better part of the year without Rob now. The seven month mark was a tipping point. We are closer now to the year anniversary of Rob’s death than we are to his accident. Even when it has felt as though time has stopped, we continue toContinue reading “The Seven Month Altar”