You are needed here. You are loved here. And once you’re in heaven, it’s going to feel like hell here.
Maybe they acted like your pain was more of a burden than anything else. Maybe they acted like they didn’t want to hear it.
Oh my goodness, were those 14 days unbelievably tough. It’s very true that no one can ever prepare you for what it’s actually going to be like, and until you experience it on your own, you have no way of understanding.
You have to heal away from the environment that broke you, you have to mend your broken heart before you can give them a piece of it again.
A father assumes that he deserves the love of his children just for bringing them into this world and putting a roof over their head — but a dad works his hardest every damn day to earn that love.
Grandpa Herb would say to make the best of what comes my way, and I’ve tried to do that. In a strange way, his death has renewed, and not diminished, my determination. I’m realizing what I’ve got, and as the rabbi said of Grandpa Herb, I’m trying to minimize what I don’t have.
I want her to laugh at something that made her feel embarrassed months before, and to realize that time heals in almost all scenarios.
Time truly flies once you have a child. But your awareness that time is always ticking will help you weed out the things you once paid heed to that never actually mattered.
Why is there some unbreakable rule that says I should remain loyal to my family members no matter what they do, no matter how horribly they treat me?
22 Weeks: Your fetus is the size of a coconut and you’ve finally popped, which means that if you clutch your stomach in the right manner, strangers can no longer avoid sacrificing their seat for you on the subway (unless of course they’re an a-hole).