When I think back on our lives with Florence, often in and out of hospital and appointments, I remember being fed. I remember food. Another cup of coffee, an oat bar in a paper bag
I cannot pray. I don’t know how. It’s not that I don’t want to, but words fail me. They come out muffled and fake. They are stale and regurgitated from the days of my youth.
My cousin, The Samurai Carpenter, is a talented woodworker and carpenter. We asked him to make an urn for our Florence’s precious ashes. I really wanted marigolds and a butterfly on the urn somehow, but
Observing the death anniversary of one of the loves of your life is difficult to navigate, make sense of and find your rhythm in. I know for me, it’s important to have many rituals in place. Orchestrated mourning, I
March 2015. My daughter Florence Marigold, is three years old. We were told she wouldn’t make it past her early childhood years. Although we are thrilled she is with us, we also know there is
Nothing could have prepared me for the beauty of your spirit as you came in flesh and blood and water. Nothing. The love I have for you is vast. It is overwhelming. On the day
As the one year anniversary approaches, I am starting to see that I have laid expectations on myself. I also feel that others may expect me to act differently. Somehow a year feels like a great marker in the
This post was originally published on the Canuck Place blog. This wonderful place has made such a difference in our lives. They recently sent out a letter and packets of Marigold seeds in honour of
It’s that time of year. Marigold season. This time last year we had no idea that Florence would be gone from us in a month. I heard marigolds were finally in bloom, and everything inside
By Sheree Plett Eisenhauer. My name is Sheree and I am a mother. I have three beautiful children that call me by that name (or mama, mommy, mom). The definition of a mother is simply
On Saturday we celebrated you, Florence Marigold. It was supposed to rain all day, but guess what? The sun came out! It always has on your birthday party. We wrote in the book that was at
