Hold My Hand
“He was one of the initial responders and he just kept holding my hand. He was like, ‘Miss Hawkins, I’ve been in Iraq. Your son, he’s going to be okay.’” — Judy
Choosing to try
Grief teaches a mother lessons she never wanted to learn My husband Brad came home to tell me what he had learned minutes earlier. Sarah is gone… Our Sarah-Grace. Our beautiful 24-year-old daughter. Dead. With three words and within mere seconds, I was shattered, gutted, disoriented. Any word that implies destruction, pain or confusion is…
Welcome to Holland
A Reflection by Catherine T I thought I was in a dream, a nightmare, would I ever wake up? My plane never landed in Italy, but crashed on the runway in Holland. She was sick, there were no answers, in the end: not enough oxygen to her brain. Her father stood helplessly watching, praying, while…
