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There are days when I miss taking care of Quinten so much that it physically hurts. That may sound strange to people who have never walked through caregiving. Most people see the exhaustion first. The appointments. The medications. The schedules. The sleepless nights. The constant worry. And yes, all of that was real. Caring for…
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Mother’s Day is coming. And for the first time in my life,I will go through it without hearing from one of my children. I’ve never had a Mother’s Day without Quinten. Not one. There was always a call.A text.A visit. And always those words,the ones I can still hear so clearly in my mind: “I…
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There is a moment no one prepares you for. It’s not the moment of death. It’s the moment after. When everything goes quiet. Not just in the room, but in your entire world. The waiting is over. The knowing is no longer something you carry. It has happened. And suddenly…there is nothing to brace for…
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This month is hard. Not in a general way. Not in a “grief is always there” kind of way. In a specific way. Because this month holds the dates that walked Quinten to his grave. The last chemo. The day they said it. “There’s nothing else we can do. The cancer is not responding.” And…
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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…
The Q life Grief Journey 