“Look at this sweet girl’s face. This is what you could lose. It’s not worth it, trust me.”
- Love What Matters
- Grief
“Look at this sweet girl’s face. This is what you could lose. It’s not worth it, trust me.”
“The look in your eyes said you were already gone. Your family wept, told us to keep trying. They didn’t want to let you leave. So, we continued on. Medications. Shocks. Pumps. Sweat poured down my face. I tried to hide my tears by staring at my shoelaces. We watched the life leave your body and go to a place none of us know or understand. We tried so hard to save you. We just couldn’t do it that day.”
“My mom always reminded me she LOVED being a mother. She’d follow with, ‘But there’s just something SO SPECIAL about being a grandma!’ I drove home crying, thinking of all the times I harped at her for giving the kids too many sweets, or letting them stay up too late, or doing anything that grandparents do. What I would give to go back to those moments and soak them up instead of roll my eyes.”
“Our backyard neighbor squeezed the trigger. The bullet traveled over 200 yards to our home, crashed through our back window, and continued across our living room. My postpartum body was weak, but I dragged myself to Justin’s side. Overnight, I became a shell of the person I once was. Later, my friend tried to set me up on a date. ‘Will he think I don’t love Justin anymore?’ We immediately hit it off. ‘Hey Jess,’ he said, ‘It’s so good to see you.’ I hope my son will grow up to be like both of my husbands.”
“At one point, I was told not to hold her too close because my warmth and heartbeat would confuse her body into staying alive.”
“To the woman who fat-shamed me, cheers. I ate 5 burgers in your name. I love all 247 pounds of me. It’s a shame you don’t.”
“‘Sending people to talk to me only makes things worse.’ That was the last text I ever received from my sweet boy.”
“They have the same smile, lips, and ears. They’re this massive blessing that Tim left behind – a beautiful legacy. I’ve learned nothing is permanent, but I’m choosing to love and be present in what I call my permanent now.”
“It was another small step in choosing love over hate.”
“All the nurses direct their attention to mom, but as you stand tall next to the woman you love, inside you are broken. As you hold your significant other’s hand, not one person in the room notices your eyes swell with tears. But I do.”