Dear Dad,
I’m certain you would have stolen this off my fridge to hang in your office at work. I’ve been really tired for over a week now, and that makes me super-emotional and weepy. Sad things are happening all over the place, which doesn’t help at all because I tend to feel what the world around me feels. So, my choice of sad topics predominant in my life are: 1) Missing... Read More
Missing Out
I’ll be honest – sometimes I make mistakes that I am VERY glad my Dad is not alive to see. Like that one time I backed into the brick retainer wall lining my driveway. Or the time I almost got the utilities cut off because I forgot the pay the utility bill while we were in the middle of a show at E’s school. Yeah. Those things? Completely fine with him never knowing... Read More
Letter From Dad. (This is a FUNNY entry, I promise! Not depressing! Just look at the picture I included as proof!)
(That is officially the longest blog title I’ve ever written.) Sunday was my Dad’s birthday. I sometimes joke that his punishment for dying too soon is that I will now spend the rest of my life posting embarrassing photos of him on the internet. Although – in my defense – this is no glamour shot of me either. I stumbled upon a bunch of letters from Dad this... Read More
My Dad and My Running Group
I signed up for the 7 Bridges Marathon awhile back, mainly for my Dad. Chattanooga was a city he loved and Walnut Street Bridge – leading to the finish line – something he walked across dozens of times. I wanted to finish it thinking of him and how proud he’d be of my running life. When my failed pregnancy took me out of training, I decided to cancel the trip.... Read More
Grief Distorts The Perception Of Time
It is three years tomorrow since my Dad died. THREE YEARS. That’s such a lot of time; and yet it often still feels like just yesterday. Donnie was gone to the same conference he’s at right now when Dad told me he didn’t want to even fight the cancer ravaging his body, he just wanted to die. I remember wishing Donnie had been there to talk to about it, and hating... Read More








