Connor prided himself on being the first person to reach out to me on my birthday. He’d sometimes do it the night before just to make sure he was first since he knew my mom always called early too. It’s now my third birthday without him and I am greatly appreciative of the calls and texts and FB messages I’ve received. But, boy, do I miss his hearing from him. In the poem “The Dash” by Linda Ellis, she famously talks about the small line between a person's birth year and deat

In a few short weeks, Connor would have been graduating from college. I can’t help but wonder if he’d have a job lined up, if he’d have finished his real estate course/license, or if he’d be going to work with his father. He was so ambitious and ready to launch his own business, I wonder if he’d have done the university’s version of Shark Tank or how the school’s program would’ve led him to find his career start. So many unknowns. Kindergarten Graduation His roommate is a

Dear Connor: It’s hard to believe that it’s been two years since you left us. The time has both gone by fast, but also stood still. You would’ve turned 22 last week. I can't believe it. You made me a mom and I will always cherish that, but I can no longer celebrate that special day in the same way. It's too hard. Maybe it'll get easier as time passes, but it hurts, stings and brings great pain right now. You’d also be getting ready to graduate college this May. I often