Memories

There are moments when the house still remembers how to be loud—laughter at the sink, a show murmuring in the background, sisters braiding joy into ordinary chores. I turn toward the doorway and, for a breath, expect to see Amelia there. Grief has made time strange: some days are endless, some vanish; love, somehow, keeps stretching to meet them both. I am a mother learning to live with an empty space that is anything but empty. I set the table differently. I hold the quiet w

A personal space to share memories and photos as I move through my own grief journey, remembering my Bonus Daughter, Amelia Hobart...

May 15, 2025 I could not rally this year to write my traditional birthday post for you, Squirrel. Instead, your sisters and I brought you...

Hey Squirrel,  I wrote my Facebook post for your 18th birthday about accepting the impossible - Do you recall? May 30, 2023 - High school...