I started this journal to offer the REAL me, the one that is not well. My posts on Facebook to this point have been super refined and, well, fit for public consumption. I need this as an outlet for what's really going on in my head which, quite frankly, the average person doesn't want to hear. Allow me to share my prior Facebook posts so we're all caught up. Carolyn died on May 2, 2020. The first post was published the morning after. Then in this blog I'll get to the trauma...
I lost my older brother Mike On 4/1/2020. It was sudden and soul crushing. I didn't lose him to the Covid virus. I lost him to heart disease and Vodka. He was all I had left of my "growing up" family. My parents are both gone, mom died when I was 14 and dad died when I was 17. Grandma who lived with us died three years after my dad. It was Mike and I against the world for years. He was my brother, father figure even though he was just three years older, my biggest cheerleader and my best fr
To my adored son;
Losing you took the roar out of my lion heart, the sun out of my sky...I am not capable of understanding why you were taken away so young, I cannot express to the universe enough how meaningful, amazing and good you were, now everyday is cruel...it’s brutal, your absence is like an elephant on my chest...I miss you, Oh god, I miss you so much!
I have accepted life gets no better than the 20 amazing years, I was blessed with you. I promise to honor your life and one d
by Deb Sims, MS,RNCS,LCSW
When a death occurs or is about to occur, our friends and family members frequently react in ways we don't expect. Some people will immediately reach out and offer appropriate help. Others will be there for the funeral and then be gone. It would appear they don't care. However, in fact, they may care deeply but not know what to do. Sometimes they mistakenly think they would be intruding by calling or stopping by.
So what can we do to help others know what our