I want to say that it’s a little better with each passing year, and it is…but marginally. I still get taken aback by the rush of grief that spills into my daily routine, unannounced and unwelcomed. The tears still sting and the ache in my heart really isn’t any less. It’s just less often. There are daily reminders of his existence on earth and in my life; I’m grateful for them and accept them with grace. He still is and always will be: the one that got away. Only his ‘away’ w

It's odd how we count the days/months and then years after someone passes over to the other side. I think the passage of time leaves little tick marks that dig deep into our hearts to remind us that although it still hurts like hell…we’re still here. Life on earth goes on without them. We endure the absence of these loved ones in our daily lives and if you’re like me, their presence is never far away. Even as the years pass by, our missed people still linger in our thoughts a

A while ago, I took a little writing course. One of the exercises I had to do was write a letter to myself (from my future self), one that I'd read, back in time. Of course, I had to choose the most difficult day of my entire life to send this letter to: the day after Brian took his life. I found this exercise most powerful and healing. I will incorporate this into my Coaching sessions as I think it's valuable to people. Feel free to give it a try. May 12, 2017 Hello me, It’s

It’s been two years to the day that the man I loved ended his life; an odd anniversary of sorts and there is still so much to say and so much that I’ve already said. I feel, sometimes, that I’m endlessly repeating myself. So, I’ll be somewhat brief. If you’ve known someone or loved someone who has experience with losing a person to suicide, or intimately understand what it’s like because you’ve been through it… Be gentle. Be kind and be empathetic to those that have survived