On the First Anniversary of the Last Day of Your Life kelsiesnowwrites.com/2024/09/25/the…

One year ago you stopped breathing. One year ago I sat at your bedside with your warm hand pressed to my face, terrified I would one day forget how your skin felt against mine. How I long for the comfort, the safety, of your touch. You were my home, love. You will always be.

One year, one day, one hundred years. The pain of life without you feels both brand new and ancient. Some days I hear your voice in my head like I talked to you yesterday. Some days it feels like it’s been years since I held your warm hand in mine. We love you so, Chris.

I asked both kids how they wanted to spend this day. My son didn’t hesitate: “I want to go to the game.” I don’t think there is a place he feels closer to his dad than sitting in the C of Red. ❤️

We miss you. We miss you. We miss you. instagram.com/reel/DAjFJv8vi…

I know better. But I still feel you, all around. Happy Valentine’s Day, love. instagram.com/reel/DGEK8pby9…

This week I went back to full-time work for the first time since I had my son almost 14(!) years ago, and I could not be more proud to share this new email signature …

It’s been awhile friends. ❤️ An all-new episode of Sorry, I’m Sad, brought to you by the ALS Society of Alberta. podcasts.apple.com/ca/podcast/sor…