Tag: funeral

The Coldest Day of the Year

grief, relationships

December 12th, 2025 Today, love looked like: wearing a pair of one friend’s fleece-lined panty-hose while holding a hand-delivered latte from another. This is how two of my closest friends showed up for me in my grief, the day of my Dad’s funeral. It also looked like: A friend and a nanny who both brought sticker books for my son to keep him occupied in a long service.A sister and brother-in-law who drove two hours after a snowstorm just to be there.A childhood best friend who walked up and didn’t say a word, but hugged me tight – and held me upright – as I collapsed into her with sobs. She didn’t need…

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It’s Got to Be Like Planning a Party, Right?

faith, freedom, grief, memoir

My mom plopped down across from me in the nursery looking hurried and determined as she readied to leave my house. She and my Dad had stayed with us three of the four weeks since my son was born, but today they were rushing back home. It had been less than 12 hours since the phone call that changed our lives. They were trying to beat the news back to my Grandmother – my Memaw – so she could hear about the death of her only grandson from them instead of Channel 12. They didn’t make it, by the way. The story broke before they could drive the three hours to their house…

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