Letters of Hope

Letters of Hope Continued…

Ten days of waiting and praying. Waiting and praying. There was nothing else to do. The embryos were implanted. And all we could was wait. Hope. I tried to remain calm. Not for me. But for Ashley. The baby(ies). She didn’t need my stress. She was carrying enough of her own. So I pretended. I smiled. Laughed. And loved. I gave when they wanted me to give. I held back when they needed space. But on the inside. I was struggling. Barely holding on. I wanted time to stop. For 10 days. And then I wanted the news to come. But that’s not the way it works. Life continues. So we did too. And I kept writing. To fill the space. The emptiness. May 26 Dear Gregger, Did you know you are on my mind Read more [...]
Passing The Test

Passing The Test

Year two was simply about riding the waves. Grief. Joy. Turmoil. Uncertainty. I never knew from one day to the next. Test after test. I was barely holding on. One night I realized something was horribly wrong. Face on fire. Sick. Achy. And alone. I grabbed Angel and raced to Urgent Care. Just as I suspected. Cellulitis. Another bug sting. Awful. I had to watch it. Scary. No one there. My face was swelling. What do I do? No Gregger. Again. I couldn't be around Ashley. She was in the midst of IVF. I wouldn't let her risk it. So I was alone. Drove to the ER. Ugh! Walked in. Waited in that cold, dreary place. Gregger. Where are you? You should be here holding my hand. And just as I suspected, I was Read more [...]
Moving On…The Tough Days

Moving On…The Tough Days

Moving on. I thought it would get easier. It didn’t. I slipped. I skidded. I stopped. I shut down. And I just couldn’t write anymore.Thoughts would spin inside my head, but they wouldn’t reach my fingertips. They stopped. Somewhere. Jumbled.  I was too empty. Too lonely. Too alone. Stress was pulling me down. And I had nowhere to go. I kept reaching for Gregger. But he wasn’t there. And I realized he never would be. Ever again. The finality of it all. Scary. Sad. Detached. Should I share that raw emotion? People saw me as strong. Brave. Overcoming the worst of the worst. How could I go backwards? So I shut down. I buried myself inside my head. I found solace in the space of my car. Read more [...]
a new year

A New Year

Last week marked the beginning of a New Year. Not the one with midnight cheers, champagne, and football. But one with similarities. The Jewish New Year. Rosh Hashanah, a time for resolutions, new beginnings.  I don't typically pay attention to this. I wish others well. Send cards (on occasion). I have a fleeting thought. But I am not observant. I don't go to temple. I don't do big family dinners. We really never did. Maybe we should have. It just didn't happen. So why am I thinking about it this year? A time of reflection. Soul searching. New beginnings. What better time to reflect than now? What better time to start fresh? Every day is a new beginning for me. Why not look at this as a sweet Read more [...]

Thank You

I’ve made it through the worst of times. Death. Firsts. And now it’s time to say “thank you.” I  need to divert from the blog for a bit. I would not have made it here without YOU. Family. Friends. Strangers. You helped me reach this road. You’ve been by my side on this journey. A journey that continues. A journey that looks toward the future instead of looking back in the past. I will always remember. I will hold the memories in my heart forever. And you have helped me. You have supported me in ways I never dreamed possible. You have given me strength when I thought my world was falling apart. Someone asked me the other day, “Are you overwhelmed by the outpouring of love and support?” Read more [...]
Holidays are Hard

Holidays are Hard

Holidays are hard. There just isn't any easy way around it. I wake up. Be happy. Smile. Great attitude. It's just another day. But something always feels different. Something always feels a little empty. People want to party. I'm not there yet. It's not that I don't like people. I do. But I don't like going it alone. I should have Gregger with me. We should be celebrating together. I'm not ready. And that's okay. I started the day with a bang. Super workout. High energy. Happy people. And then I crashed. I was internalizing. Emotions running high. Thinking. Not knowing where to go or what to do with all the emotions. Confused. Wanting to be alone. Not wanting to be alone. At breakfast the music Read more [...]
there is always hope

There is Always Hope

"I'm strong, but sometimes I break." Sunday I broke. Sunday sucked! There is no easy way to put it. I tried. I struggled all week long. I prepared myself for Father's Day. I thought I would be okay. I made plans. I cancelled them. I decided to spend the day alone. It was a good decision. I needed the space. I needed the time. I needed to grieve. It was one of the toughest days I've gone through in almost 10 months. Why? I'm not really sure. I was sad for me. I was sad for Gregger. But, most of all, I was sad for my kids. I just couldn't get over the hump. I cried a million tears. I cried on my way to OT (my happy place). I cried on my way home. I cried every time my phone rang. I cried walking Read more [...]
orange theory fitness

Falling in Love Again…Not with a Who, but a What!

I have fallen in love again. Not with a who, but a what! San Diego. I have truly fallen in love with this city. The beauty, the charm, the weather, the people! June 11th marked my one-month anniversary. I may have given some the impression that I was unhappy, melancholy, lonely. No. I LOVE it here. As I've said before,"Some days just really SUCK! But bad days don't last forever. They make the good ones seem GREAT!" For every bad day, I have six good ones. I'd say that's a winning record, so I'll keep going in that direction. I've met some wackos, but I've met some amazing people. Nice people. Kind people. Generous people. The kind of people who put their hands and hearts out for strangers and Read more [...]
And So The Adventure Begins

And So The Adventure Begins…

I've moved three significant times in my life. Three moves, three disparate emotions; freaky scary, ebulliently joyful, melancholy and skeptical, yet crazy and venturous. The first time was terrifying, lonely, and challenging in immeasurable ways. I was merely eight years old. I was moving from my childhoom home to a brand new city, starting out in a new school in the middle of the school year. I was leaving my friends behind. I didn't know a soul. I walked into my new classroom the first day and had to take a test, not knowing the material. I was a straight "A" student and failed. I was devastated. I thought the world had come to an end. I did not think I would survive. Eventually I did. Read more [...]