The Gap by Michael Crenlinsten
On September 6, 2017 by Michelle LoveThe gap between those who have lost children and those who have not is profoundly difficult to bridge. No one, whose children are well and intact, can be expected to understand what parents who have lost children have absorbed, what they bear. Our child now comes to us through every blade of grass, every crack in the sidewalk, every bowl of breakfast cereal, every kid on
Relapse.
On May 22, 2017 by Michelle LoveMay 22, 2015 changed us. BJ’s leukemia was back. It had never really left. Like the coward it is, it mutated and hid until it had enough numbers to show itself. It was a direct blow to the future we planned and sparked a battle like none other before it. It turned us into raging
Going to the grave in my PJs
On May 9, 2017 by Michelle LoveI’ve been having some rough days. Saturday was particularly bad. I went to his grave that morning in my pajamas with my dogs. I just wanted to be there. I know he’s not there, really, but sometimes I just have to go and stay for a while. I cried and cried, and again, for the millionth
Safe place harbored his smell
On April 4, 2017 by Michelle LoveThis was the shirt BJ was wearing the day he never came back home. I’ve had it safely tucked away in a ziplock bag for the past year. Tonight I was looking for this particular shirt in his closet but I couldn’t find it. I realized where it probably was, and went to get the
Love you Forever
On March 25, 2017 by Michelle LoveI used to read the book “Love you forever” to BJ every night…along with Goodnight Moon and any other book he asked me to read.
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