I have received calls from the atv insurance company. They believe Travis may have hit something on the left front bumper of the atv. They think it then rolled to the right. They think- they think- they can’t say for sure. My mind races with unanswered questions. What caused the atv roll over? Did…
Category: loss
One More Time
Today marks the one month anniversary from when I last saw Travis. People say it will take time to grieve and heal. I don’t think I will ever heal. Grieving has so many emotions and faces. At one moment I feel a little stronger and then I am hit with a tsunami of sadness and…
He’s NEVER coming back
As I was driving home today from meeting an attorney- it hit me. At the intersection of Demers and 34th, it hit me. He will never be coming home. He won’t see our children ever again. He won’t see the trees we decorated or the lights that Jacob and I hung on our house yesterday….
Firsts without our love
Happy Thanksgiving from The Voracheks! Every year our family hosts Thanksgiving for our families (the Vorachek’s and Kadlecs). Our home is overflowing with love and laughter. Grandpa’s, Grandma’s, Great Grandma Annie, Cousins, Aunts and Uncles will sit and talk for hours- laughing and sharing their stories. Yesterday- was our first Thanksgiving and first holiday without…
D-A-B-D-A
Back in the early 1990’s, I attended UND for nursing. I remember learning about the different stages of grief. My nursing classmates and I used the acronym- DABDA (Denial- Anger- Bargaining- Depression- Acceptance). Grief has many emotions and faces. I share with our children these different stages. A person can bounce between the stages- they…
The hidden present
As I sit here and write, I hear boys, Jacob and friends, downstairs laughing and sharing stories. My middle daughter, Samantha is in the TV room watching a movie with her two good friends. Sydney Ann, our oldest is at her college home. I sit in the piano room looking out the window. I feel soo alone….
The Last Gift
The past few days have been extremely difficult. I find myself talking to Travis. I kiss his urn every morning and throughout the day. I hold the urn and weep and share my thoughts and ask him questions. One would think Im going nuts- holding my dead husbands urn. The silver lined urn is slowly…
I always wanted to spend my life with you, instead you spent your entire life with me.
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