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We lived between hope and knowing. Hope that the treatment would work.Hope for more time.Hope for one more good day, one more good report, one more moment that felt normal. And at the same time… We knew. We knew the cancer wasn’t going away.We knew the road we were on.We knew how this story would…
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There is a kind of grief that begins before death. I lived there for almost two years. When Quinten was diagnosed with cancer, we knew the truth we didn’t want to face. He wouldn’t survive it. The doctors were honest, and so were we with ourselves, even when we tried not to be. But what…
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Friday is the first day of spring. It’s a day I’ve always looked forward to. The season of fresh starts, warmer days, and new life. A time to get my hands in the dirt, plant flowers, and begin again after the stillness of winter. I usually feel a quiet excitement building as it approaches. But…
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After losing a child, the world feels louder and quieter at the same time. People talk, life continues, days move forward, and yet inside, something fundamental has been torn open. As a mother who lost her son, I quickly learned that grief does not respond to advice or timelines. It asks for space. It asks…
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I have only been to the beauty shop twice since Quinten passed away. And both times, it was just to trim my bangs. I can’t bring myself to cut the length. I can’t bring myself to try a new style. I sit in the chair, look at myself in the mirror, and say, “Just a…
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One of Quinten’s greatest gifts was his ability to make life fun. No matter where he was or what he was doing, he had a way of turning the ordinary into something memorable. Even something as simple as a trip to the store became an adventure when Quinten was along. This weekend, while going through…
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There are moments when the house feels too still, when even the hum of the refrigerator or the rustle of wind outside feels loud against the quiet. It’s in those moments that I remember Quinten’s laughter most clearly. His laugh was never the kind that demanded attention. It wasn’t loud or showy. It was warm,…
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Grief has many shapes, anger, sorrow, memory, longing, but one of its heaviest forms is loneliness. Not the kind cured by company or conversation, but a loneliness that settles into the places where your loved one used to be. A loneliness that follows you into every room. One that lingers even when you’re surrounded by…
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There are days when the softness of memory isn’t enough. Days when gratitude and peace and acceptance all feel like strangers. Days when the only thing sitting in my chest is anger, heavy, hot, relentless. I don’t talk about this part often, but it’s real. I’m angry. I am so incredibly, deeply angry. I’m mad…
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There are moments in life when love is so real, so present, that it brings tears you don’t even try to hold back. For Quinten, his sister’s wedding was one of those moments. They had been close since the very beginning, only eleven months apart, growing up more like twins than siblings. They shared everything:…
The Q life Grief Journey 