Hi. I’m a mom who lost her perfectly healthy teenage daughter to pneumonia in 2011.
Yep – pneumonia.
Not a car crash.
Not a drug overdose.
Not some dramatic Lifetime movie plot.
Just good old-fashioned, come the hell out of nowhere and take your child in 18 hours, pneumonia.
It sucker-punched our family and left me face-down in a grief puddle I didn’t know how to crawl out of.
So what did I do?
I read. I prayed. I screamed into pillows and shook my fists at that guy in the sky.
I got weirdly obsessed with self-help books and spiritual healing.
And now, I’m here – sharing the messy, uncomfortable, and sometimes hilarious truth about what grief taught me, what healing looks like, and how you can take your own pain and turn it into something useful.
How can I help you if your child’s loss was more traumatic?
Will I understand what you’re going through?
No. I won’t.
No one will.
Your grief is individually yours. There is no one that will ever completely understand what you are going through.
I’m sorry – it’s the truth.
Don’t let anyone tell you anything different.
My blog is here to let you know you aren’t alone.
This blog isn’t for the faint of heart.
We’ll talk about death, faith, trauma, and the occasional freakout moment.
I’ll share unbelievable spiritual things that happened (when I get the courage) prior to and after my daughter’s death.
I’ll talk about things that no one else wants to talk about.
If you’ve ever felt like life has kicked you in the teeth and then asked you to smile for a photo – welcome.
You’re in the right place.
