Emma's Story
Spring insists. No matter the turmoil in the world around us, everywhere I look I see it. Quietly, yet persistently pressing forth, until it bursts from every tree bud, emerges through warm soil, and paints its colors across our landscapes. Its whisper of hope seems incongruent with the current state
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Grief. It’s been nearly 14 years since Emma died, long enough that I have to mentally do the math every time anyone asks me. It doesn’t feel completely true to say I’m still grieving the loss of my daughter, but there are definitely still times of grief.
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Last Sunday I sat in Christian formation and felt the familiar rise of emotion. I have been enjoying this class each week as it encourages me to think, and it hasn't failed yet to rile me up. As we discuss different stories and themes from the Bible, usually
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10 years. Next week it will be 10 years since I sat down to write a blog post to say good-bye to my darling Emma. This morning as I went through the routine of getting kids ready to head to school I was so angry. Every little thing got on
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At the beginning of this month, I was not sure how smoothly the month would end. I was feeling homesick, wishing for Emma's photo album which got left in the States, and wishing I could visit her gravesite. Last week I had the opportunity to share a testimony
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It's hard to believe that it has been 7 years since we said good-bye to our precious Emma Anne. Her birthdays still have the power to bring up emotions in me, but I'm not afraid to live through them. This year I actually had the wrong
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What would it be like to have you here with us? To hear your laughing voice as you egg Will and Elise on in their races. To see your wavy brown hair dance in the wind. To hear you read to Seth and do a puzzle with Will. To see
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July 14. This date usually looms in my head for at least a week if not more before it hits. But not this year. For some reason, perhaps the hectic activity surrounding our move and the arrival of our goats, the date snuck up on us. My good friend Laura
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I've been thinking a lot about what it means to be a mother lately. This year in my Mothering Matters group I've been convicted many times of my shortcomings, and encouraged to try some new things in my parenting. This month in particular has been a
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We took an impromptu trip to the cemetery today, just me and the boys. Elise was in dance class. I was trying to help clarify things for Will, who has started to try to piece together what he knows about Emma and find a place in his world for her.
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I'm not sure what I want to post, but I know that lately I've been thinking a lot about Emma Anne. Since this blog started with the story of Emma, then continued with the desire to honestly share the emotions of grief, and now exists to
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The day began at 5:30, a little earlier than I had planned on rising to begin a day of reflection. Will came to my bedside seeming a bit disoriented. Finally he decided that a drink of water was what he really wanted, and I sent him back to bed.