Category: Jackson

I haven’t forgotten

Your ads will be inserted here byEasy AdSense.Please go to the plugin admin page toPaste your ad code OR Suppress this ad slot. Seven years, today.  Seven long (yet so very short too) years since the day that changed our lives forever. I got to thinking of that day recently. ...

Grief doesn’t know time

Your ads will be inserted here byEasy AdSense.Please go to the plugin admin page toPaste your ad code OR Suppress this ad slot. It’s been a March.  A tenuous peace.  Beetoe is back home (with sore paws, albeit).  Evie is two years old (more on her birthday as soon as...

When the bottom falls out

It’s almost amazing to me, that after almost six years, I can still vividly imagine those moments back in March of 2004 when my world turned on it’s ear and the new “me” was born. You would think, wrongly perhaps, that such things would dull and fade with time.  That...

Five Years of Missed Birthdays

Jackson’s birthday is strange this year.  It’s not like the previous years have been.  For one thing, I feel so busy.  Not quite too busy to remember, but too busy to fixate, that’s for sure.  Evie’s birthday had us all in an uproar, as did our trip to Elko.  Today,...

Speak them aloud

So I got to do something that all stay at home mom’s of little children DREAM of doing the other night.  I got to leave the house and meet friends for dinner and a movie.  WITHOUT KIDS.  It was a miracle.  It was hard, to pull away and know that...

To Jackson, on his fourth birthday

Dear Jackson, This has been a strange week. Shoot, it’s been a strange MONTH. For one thing, there’s been peace between myself and the month of March. That’s definitely new. I’ve been able to put aside past differences and hurts and see the beauty in this month. The buds of...

How Jackson changed me

This is March, after all, and even though the olive branch has been extended, I feel it’s perhaps more important than ever to discuss Jackson, my feelings about him, about losing him, about how he has effected me and how I see his baby sister in him.  So you’ll need...

It’s all about the dates

I didn’t plan this pregnancy.  That sounds weird to me, even to type.  For someone who struggled and plan and popped pills and obsessed and wrung her hands for months on end in order to get pregnant, an unplanned pregnancy almost seems like some sort of cosmic joke.  Or miracle,...

Madness

It’s a strange morning.  First, I woke up to some particularly pointed hatemail on my Watching Reality TV blog from a rabid Marie Osmond fan.  Wow.  Just… wow.  I hardly know what to say in response to such vitrol.  There are some people out there who have a LOT of...

It would have been his third birthday

Today would have been Jackson’s third birthday. Wait. No, that’s not quite right. Today is three years from the day that Jackson died…. hmm. No, that’s not right either. Okay, let’s just say that today is three years from the day that I gave birth to our stillborn baby, Jackson...