Bedtime Woes

This post was originally published on Bubblews by me on February 24, 2015.  The site has closed and I hope to move some of my posts to my other blogs (including this one) Why does it always have to happen at bedtime?  Why? Of course, I know the horrible reason why this happens at bedtime,…

My Last Thanksgiving with my Son

Who would have thought as we celebrated that Thanksgiving in 2012 that it would have such significance?  It was an ordinary Thanksgiving day, like many others before it.   I’d say probably the only thing unusual was the chance my sweet Nolan had to help his uncle Bruce with chopping the wood.  In the picture…

A Late Night Poem

This poem was originally published by me on December 9, 2013 on Bubblews Why? On that cold December morn Briefly, life was still the same Until I heard your brother Saying your name “Something is wrong with Nolan” So I walked down the hall Into your room I stepped Disbelief at what I saw Your…

Myocarditis Kills and It Sucks!

I was just going to share what I just wrote on my Facebook page as I looked at a memory from 3 years ago from today when I was sick with a  bug that we were all catching at that time. Here’s what I wrote: As I look at these memories that come across my…

Grief and Fear and Anxiety

Last night, as I sought rest in my bed, I realize how often i am not at rest when lying in bed.    Since the death of Nolan, I constantly grapple with an overwhelming fear.   It would be funny if it weren’t so sad because I’ve always been a bit of a fraidy-cat, a…

Closing My Eyes, a Poem of Grief

I originally shared this poem on Bubblews on April 28, 2014 The images come at me Too hard, too fast I close my eyes Hoping they will pass My eyes shut tight Hands over my face Screams in my head Hoping to erase I hear the words From that morning I try to shut my…