LONDYN’S BRIDGE

My favorite time of day is evening. For as long as I can remember I have always been a night owl. Often the last one up, I selfishly soak up these last few hours of the day when the constant stream of daily demands can be temporarily placed on a shelf.       But not all evenings can be counted on to provide this much anticipated respite. Life’s demands are not always so conveniently set aside, and when certain moments require our full attention it is rarely with regard to tim

Last night was special. Not for any news breaking reason. No salary raise or promotion being celebrated. No significant game win. No....

Life is a journey measured in moments and memories. Turns out it can also be measured in beds… In the early months of 2001, as the...

There’s a box in Brendan’s closet. And much like the annoying Mayflies that slip through open doors in late spring, dancing just out of...

On the outside looking in, one might think humor and grief don’t mix. As it turns out, the opposite can be true. Maybe it’s because once...

Into a world still reeling from the recent 9/11 attacks that had gripped the nation just six weeks earlier, Londyn made her grand...

I took Sean to the emergency room last week. His outpatient surgery a couple days earlier, although defined as minor, was the kind that...

It’s been two years since your passing. Lately I find myself obsessively trying and failing to remember in specific detail what it was we...

As I’ve shared in past posts, Londyn’s first bout of Covid showed up a full week after the rest of our family’s in December 2020. Still...

As I sit here and watch our son Brendan exit the stage after his final scene in their school’s most recent performance, Anne of Green...

Last year was our first Christmas as a family of three. And although a major milestone, a marker once again digging at the pain of our...

One year ago this month I embarked on my writing journey and started this blog. I didn’t have any idea what to expect and certainly no...

Lately, I find my days are filled working to recover as many memories of Londyn as I can. Partly because she is always on my mind but, if I’m being truly honest, mostly out of fear. A fear I will somehow lose these last precious pieces I have of her. As I work through this process, it’s natural that the most vivid and easiest to capture are those closer in reach within our current timeline, those moments surrounding her later teenage and young adult years. It’s from those mem

I used to be a good sleeper. In fact, I might go so far as calling myself a champion of sleep back in my younger days. Days when the...

I love hearing parents talk about their kids. Seeing the spark of light in their eyes that almost instantly appears the second they...

When we were young parents it didn’t take long after Londyn first started walking for us to experience that first moment of panic. You...

To have a loved one suddenly ripped out of the fabric of ones life is beyond human comprehension. One minute you’re talking to them,...

I’m going to go out on a limb and assume most of you reading this are familiar with the phrase “The Five Stages of Grief”. This concept...

Unlike my previous posts, this one has been a struggle to compose. Truth be told there is no Londyn memory to pair it with resulting in a...

I’ll never forget the very first moment I felt it.  I can still see the room and feel the moment like it was yesterday. Laying in bed,...