This weekend kicked my booty. i co-chair a fundraiser for my daughter’s preschool and it was this weekend. the event was a huge success, and coupled with my crazy busy work week, i think it was a blessing, as it helped me stay distracted and busy during the days leading up to the one year anniversary of my mom’s death. honestly, there isn’t a second that goes by that i don’t think of her, so i was fully aware. and we celebrated by getting together and drinking wine and looking at old pics. but, i wasn’t able to fixate because i had so much going on. #grief is so weird. i don’t know if i’m doin’ it right but i know it sucks and im kind of thankful that i had to focus my energy on other things because i’m exhausted from grief! #weightlossjourney#grieving
Finally resting in the lower hammock that lately had become layla’s favorite. i’ve been avoiding the hammocks a lot for the past few days. mommy thinks maybe it upsets me that layla’s smell is still there, but i’m not seeing her around anymore. or maybe i don’t like the fact that the other hammock is empty. it sure has been lonely here since layla left. mommy gives me extra treats and plays with me, but she’s always crying and i’m sad, too 💔😿 mommy says she’s so thankful for me because i bring her a lot of joy despite her immense grief 🙏🏻❤️
Raise your hand if you agree! 🙋🏻
as the seasons change and holidays linger near, people often ask me what i suggest giving to friends or family who are feeling down and out.
of course i think my jewelry and keepsakes make for super thoughtful gifts but i also like to offer this reminder too: that holding space for a hurting loved one is the most powerful gift you can ever offer them.
but if you show up with one of my meaningful little boxes in hand too…well then, all the better. 🎁💛
Grief is a funny thing. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
you're going thru your day, your life, and everything is fine. you weathered the storm, or so it seems. until grief smacks you in the face like a cloud of cigarette smoke and you're finding it hard to breathe. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
i've grieved on so many levels. friends i've lost to addictions, accidents, suicide. futures that have never come to pass, much as i wanted them to. loves i knew and who i had to walk away from, or who walked away from me. i've grieved people, places, things, both real and imaginary. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
and each time it's a (painful) process. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
you're still weathering the storm. you're still living. breathing. hard as it may be sometimes.
let it happen. all of it. the messy parts, too. it's the only way to truly come out on the other side.