Why My Comedic Son Never Wanted to Be Alone

Why My Comedic Son Never Wanted to Be Alone

Charles was always the silly one. Making people laugh wasn’t just something he did—it was his favorite sport. And no one brought him more joy than making me laugh. There were countless moments when I’d be in tears, doubled over, unable to pull myself...
The Sweet Ache of Remembering

The Sweet Ache of Remembering

Why Happy Memories Can Make You Feel Sad After a Profound Loss Whether you’re flipping through old photos, attending an event, or being caught off guard by an ordinary moment, memories after profound loss inspire both joy and sorrow. It’s a strange...
The Date

The Date

Every year, it happens, the anniversary date of my son’s death by suicide, which is June 5, 2015. When it first happened, I could not escape those unrelenting waves of grief. I lost one third of my hair, screamed at the walls, blamed the moon and the stars,...