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Looking back one year, ten months and this Thanksgiving day since you've been gone seems so ironic. I feel as if I have aged ten years since we last saw one another. The reality of life now is an outcome I never planned to take as we always said we signed up to be...

I loved you then ... Santa's Elves even work from Heaven. This sweet pendant message arrived in the mail like a reminder gift of love from Dean Blixt above ... just in time for the holiday season! It really is true: Love never dies. I loved you then, I love you still,...

Some people might say I look for the signs I encounter that connect me to our divine universe yet if anyone is like me, then you know the signs literally just show up! You don't have to work to see them. They are unavoidably thrown at you like a pie in the sky. Like...

Today is my wedding anniversary without the love of my life, Dean Blixt. Never in a million years would I have thought my story with Dean would end so suddenly the way it did. Beware of blood clots! And enjoy the shoes on the dryer. I always used to get on Dean's case...

The outcome of grief grows like an uninvited weed taking full control of every beautiful part of our garden we took time to care for and cultivate. Everything once grown into our organized idea of true beauty is now tangled in a natural web of weeds. All our hard...

I honestly can't believe it is one year ago today, at 12:16pm Phoenix time, you left this earth for the stars. I remember sending you a text exactly at that time, only one hour ahead of your death from Dallas, telling you: "Love you... Skate safe...do you think the...

In a rush to get out the door~ headed for the airport~ My birthday girl ~ Schatzi threw up her dog food in two different spots this morning. Good grief!!! Poor baby. Thankfully she managed to get outside first. And while....rushing to clean it up... Rockafeller~ just...

There comes a time in life when you realize we are all broken, burned, covered in scars, and at times...reduced to ash...just like Notre Dame! As I walked around this precious place today smelling remnants of smoke still filling the air I am witness to a harsh...

Was it really his time to go? God’s time? I have pondered this question over and over since Dean died. Is it ever really our time? Are our days truly numbered? Or does God just meet us the middle when incidents happen? As if to say, I’m here for you. Are you ready?...