- 3:57 pm Tuesday, November 28th, 2017 by Staff Writer
Tomorrow is Thanksgiving. I, of course, am having a very difficult time.
It’s not been two months since I lost my precious son; I grieve, deeply, and the fact that the holidays are upon us seem quite surreal to me.
“How?” is what I ask myself daily, before taking several deep breaths, squaring my shoulders, and leaning forward into the present. Sometimes I don’t quite make it there, but still I try.
In the present, the kids are out of school and excited, I ride my horse for exercise and lungs full of fresh fall air, the dogs prance and bark and beg [More]
- 4:31 pm Wednesday, November 15th, 2017 by Staff Writer
I don’t get out much these days. I find being on the farm a solid foundation to my tumultuous emotions and fragile heart, but last week was an exception.
I had committed, months back, to going to NYC in order to meet a man I had something in common with, and to do a podcast interview with him.
The man was Steven Twining, the tenth generation leader of a favorite sponsor, Twining’s Tea. I found him to be the exact opposite of what you might think a jacket wearing, tea sipping, Britt would be (whatever that is)… He was kind and charming [More]
- 11:22 am Friday, November 10th, 2017 by Staff Writer
This note was sent to me by the choir teacher at our local high school, Mr Allen. He was so influential in my daughter Shay’s life and obviously had a huge impact on Zachariah as well. I asked if I could share this as I celebrate all the things I’m thankful for:
“I’ve struggled to put my thoughts into words. Zach was one of the most unique kids I’ve ever known. He was strangely confident yet needing assurance all the time. He came to me as a creative and excited kid with some limited skills but a ton of energy and [More]
- 1:29 pm Friday, November 3rd, 2017 by Staff Writer
Can it be November already? I’ve been in such a fog, it does not seem possible that so much time has passed me by.
Never have I seen the farm so vivid with color. Every tree, bush, and blade of grass seem to be in some sort of autumnal beauty contest, all vying for my attention. “Look at ME!” “Notice Me” they scream, pulling me begrudgingly from my sober thoughts.
In truth, I’ve resented it. How can the sun shine, the ducks quack, and world be so beautiful when my son is no longer in it? Does it not feel my pain? [More]
- 12:54 pm Friday, November 3rd, 2017 by Staff Writer
Your continued prayers, and warm, caring messages sustain me. I am taking life breath by breath, moment by moment, and day by day. I know that Zack is in the arms of Our Saviour, but my arms ache to hold him.
A friend shared this with me; I don’t know the author but it has circulated on many social media platforms. I suspect it to be true, though I’m still floating amidst the wreckage.
“I’ve lost friends, best friends, acquaintances, co-workers, grandparents, mom, relatives, teachers, mentors, students, neighbors, and a host of other folks. I have no children, and I can’t imagine [More]