On The Mend
Christina’s 12 year old weekly blog
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What if they can hear you?
What if you can talk to your child. Your husband. Your wife. Your father. Your mother. Your friend, even after their passing. What if that’s
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One Day You Will Be Asked To Fly
I was taken aback. Stopped in my tracks. I was about to climb again just like I normally do every day. And that’s when I
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HOPE
It comes in like a lullaby. Quiet at first but so melodical that you recognize it. It calms you down and it gets you through
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Goodbye Survivor, I Have Work To Do
I first met her after my husband was diagnosed with stage 4 colon cancer. Her first words were… you should have been the one dying.
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Loving Again After Loss
Someone asked me the other day on Facebook about my husband, the man I married after my loss. She wasn’t the first one to ask.
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One Single Thought
I have so many things to tell you today. I wish I could just drop in at your home. Have coffee and chat. Tell you
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Who Am I Now?
When I dropped off my daughter to college last week, it was as if my whole world was demolishing. All the buildings that made my
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The Room Walker
You are one tiny thought away from a completely different life. (Click Here to Tweet!) But we live inside a room with no windows. A
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Do Whatever it Takes to Get Through This
“Do whatever you have to, to get through the pain after I am gone.” my husband said to me a few months before he died.
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What is the Meaning of Home After Loss
I have been writing about life after loss for almost 8 years and it just hit me today. After loss, tragic loss especially, the feeling
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The Monkey Bars
It’s not a dance. Or a musical piece. And it’s not a walk on the beach. It’s a bruise. A gasp. A torture. I am
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60 Selves and Counting
It has been 12 years. He passed 2:00 am EST on July 21st 2006. If I could count all the selves I have been since