Elizabeth Grow is an editor and content writer for Love What Matters. A graduate of Utah State University, she now lives in Las Vegas with her husband and two dogs. Elizabeth loves sharing stories that raise awareness for neglected populations within our society, particularly the mentally ill. She loves music, any kind of DIY craft project, and a good movie.
“‘Metastasized? Doesn’t that mean…’ Yes, it does. It had already spread. How did this happen? What stage was it? Was he going to be okay? They could not give me any answers.”
“No matter what, I will always be beside her. What we take from each other is what we wish for the world: a built-in best friend for life.”
“Something was clearly wrong. Mac looked pale and the boy who was the life of every party, didn’t even make it 20 minutes.”
“‘Mac’s been waiting for you.’ As hard as it was going to be to lose him, watching him like that was even harder. I knew I didn’t endure this for nothing. One day I’d go back and make a difference within those hospital walls.”
“They might not have taken you up on your offer to be a listening ear. They might not have shown up to a single event you invited them to, or flaked out at the last minute EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. But at least they knew you cared. You were thinking about them. You hadn’t forgotten them.”
“The truth is, there’s no agenda for loss. No timeframe for recovery. No amount of seasons that will make it different.”
“Son, I thought it would be me teaching you about life, the world, and yourself. And it was. But as much as it was that, it was equally about you teaching me.”
“You feel your insecurities are meant to stay behind closed doors and a locked heart. It’s easier for others to digest. While it gives you indigestion. I can’t make it any easier. But I can promise to be the witness to all of it. To all of you.”
“I’m the kind of mom who cares way more about her well-being than what anyone else’s opinion of my parenting is.”
“I don’t know why it didn’t hit me 10 years earlier, but clarity finally came around like a baseball bat to the face. I was trembling as I held my daughter. The idea of losing everything was finally scarier than the idea of living without alcohol.”
