If you are like me, the closer it gets to the holidays, the harder it is to breathe. I try to ignore the pain in my heart, and the deep sadness as much as I can, but it still keeps coming back. The pain is very real, and time cannot take that pain away.

Every place I go, every young woman I see with a smile on their face, reminds me that Morgan is gone and can not share the upcoming holiday with us. There will always be that one empty chair at our table. 

On Thanksgiving, I will never again hear Morgan humming, while making her pumpkin gooey cake in the kitchen, or prepping her stuffed mushrooms. Never again, will I hear the keyboard playing music, along with her beautiful voice, as she sings and plays a song, while I cook for our guests.

I have so much to be grateful for, and I try to remember that every day, but at times like this it is so very hard. Sometimes, all it takes is a smell or a sound, or nothing at all, to reopen that wound, and crush me, right down to my soul.

With Thanksgiving arriving tomorrow, in order to survive the holidays, this is what I would like to share with all of you. 

Remember, there are NO rules when it comes to surviving grief. When missing a huge part of yourself, you need to do what feels right for you.

  • I have learned not to hide my feelings. I acknowledge my feelings, and let them happen. I no longer hide them from the the people around me. I know that I am not the same person I was before losing Morgan, and never will be again.
  • I always try to make the same foods Morgan loved over the holidays – somehow, I feel it still makes her happy.
  • Putting up the tree, seeing Morgan’s ornaments, like her fairies, her dragonflies, and all the ornaments she made as a child, makes me feel like she is still right here with us. Including Morgan, makes my heart feel less empty.
  • When possible, I try to go to at least one party…if I am too sad to go, I do not beat myself up, I just don’t go. Usually, once I go, it can be an uplifting experience. It’s just hard sometimes, because you never know what might trigger those emotional, negative feelings – just let your heart lead you, and not your mind. Grief is like living through an earthquake, you never know when those aftershocks will hit.
  • Changing things up has helped me in the past. Starting new traditions, going to new places, helping others going through similar feelings…this all has helped to lift my spirits.
  • Continuing the same holiday rituals we enjoyed with Morgan seems to induce calm, and it makes me feel a sense of order and control during this turbulent time. Feeling grateful. Remembering the beautiful light and love Morgan brought to all our lives makes me grateful to be her mother.
  • Love is the most important thing in this world and I am reminded of that every single day, because I was blessed to have Morgan in my life.

Counting My Blessings…

Sitting out on our deck, Steve and I were talking about Morgan…we miss her so much!

The pain of her loss remains, and always will.

Remembering her beautiful smile, and upbeat presence still makes us smile 🙂

Then all of a sudden…I looked up into the sky, I asked Steve if he saw an angel, like I did. He was so excited, “Yes,” he said, “that cloud looks like an angel.” We both felt so blessed to see this sign.

We kept staring at the sky, it remained for such a long time, and then, just like that, it suddenly seemed to disappear, all that was left was a beautiful sky, full of what looked like angel wings.

Please let me know what this looks like to you. For Steve and I, it seemed like a sign that our sweet, beautiful Morgan was saying, “Hi, Mom & Dad.” We feel her presence around us, especially when we need it the most.

Thank you Morgan…we love you with all our hearts.