Three years ago today, we lost Tommy to DIPG. It feels like the blink of an eye and a lifetime. As the mom of a child in heaven, I bounce between the past, the present, and the future. I long for what was and dig up memories that give me both joy and sorrow. I … Read More
I’ll forever have two children. I never imagined how hard it would be to be asked the question “how many children do you have?” It’s human Nature, it’s what we do, it’s how we communicate. As moms, as strangers, as parents, it’s how we relate to one another. You see when this question comes up … Read More
The 3rd Annual RunTough for Team Tommy event on Saturday, Sept. 28, raised more than $30,000 for The ChadTough Foundation, funding Diffuse Intrinsic Pontine Glioma and pediatric brain cancer research. Combined with the funds raised at the 6th Annual RunTough for ChadTough honoring Chad Carr and the ColtStrong Fun Run honoring Colt DelVerne, we raised … Read More
It’s crazy how subconsciously your body knows when a season is present. Definitely feeling in a funk with the upcoming days approaching of diagnosis day and all that prevailed so quickly from there. I don’t even have to try to think about it. It’s crazy what happens to your mindset. This has certainly rocked us … Read More
This past week we faced another first in our new life without you in our earthly presence… summer camp. As we sent off Isabella to a week of church camp, we were all filled with an overwhelming feat of emotion. More than I imagine the “normal” family to endure. Regardless, it was a week of … Read More
Missing your kissable face today and everyday.
Summer is in full swing with all of the things we used to do with you. We sure miss your precious smile sweet boy.
Some days are harder than others. Today is one of those days.
Another Father’s Day has passed without you. Another day being incomplete in this broken world. With time we are able to slowly see more joy, but when darkness falls reality sets in and the pain of your absence prevails. We miss you every day Tommy💛
It’s hard to imagine this would be your last week of 2nd grade. You were so anxious to get to kindergarten when DIPG struck our lives. I remember it was the first time you showed any signs of sadness with the disease. When the school bus pulled up to pick up Isabella that first day … Read More
