Her Baby Girl

August is my birthday month, but birthdays haven’t felt quite the same since losing my mom in May 2019. She was my best friend, my confidant, my first home, and my safe space. She called me her baby girl even well into my 40s—and I never imagined how much I would miss hearing those words. This National Grief Awareness Day, I’m finding my way back to writing and reflecting on the complicated space between celebrating another year of life and grieving the person who brought me into this world.

Falling apart

Dear Friend…I cannot adequately express what you have done for me! Yesterday’s unexpected landmine rocked me, broke me apart again and not only were you available for me, you came running to sit with me and put me back together! 3 hours that you took out of you day, away from the girls, days before …

Want to help…

Truth! So thankful for those of you have done this for me!! You’ve ignored the awkward, stayed and talked…even cried with me! I will forever be grateful for you and I will never forget how you have loved me through this pain! #SheLoved #PattiLulu This post was first written on Facebook on July 1, 2019