
Living is a whole new adventure when you suddenly find yourself alone, widowed and the mother of four young boys a lot like their Dad.

Grief Room
I found it, the room that is filled with all the grief I’ve ever known. I didn’t know that I was pushing it away so much until I found the place buried inside of me. I sat breathing slowly, deeply on the floor of my room with my eyes closed with my mind open and my heart reaching.

Finding My Way
“Hey kids, you wanna go to the park where Dad used to go to fly?” A resounding yes boomed back at me. We were spending a few days in the warmth and sunshine of Southern Utah near where we used to live, once the colder weather started where we live up North.
