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

I remember the days following Connor’s passing, I would walk a lot. I was stir crazy being inside the house with memories of him bouncing off the walls.  Walking allowed me to think; it allowed me to cry; it allowed me to pray; it allowed me to start processing the thoughts of “what the hell just happened to my life”. There’s a three-mile loop that I often walk through my neighborhood and then out on a busy sidewalk. The sidewalk is wide enough for multiple people – runners,

I was at a work conference listening to a speaker talk about “storytelling.”  She said a woman purchased a toy horse for her daughter for $1.  When she went to sell it on E-bay many years later, she crafted a story to go with her listing.   Her daughter was now off to college and she came across the horse while cleaning out her room. She remembered how her daughter would play with the horse every day and how her daughter used to sit in the front bay window, trooping the horse