I See So Much Mitch, in My Daughter’s Face.

The other day, my daughter says “Mom, you should check your photo album, because there are some pretty sweet pics I took for you.”

I knew it was going to be a ton of selfies. It’s what she does. I finished my workout, and checked my phone, and there were 30-ish photos, of her, most in black and white.

I’ve always known Mitch’s traits were stronger in her, than mine. But, seeing these particular photos, really REALLY proves it.

I may or may not have cried, looking at these photos. My little (who is clearly taller than me) is absolutely beautiful, inside and out, with a LOT of her father’s sense of humor.

Looking at her does NOT make me sad, like I’ve seen it does to other people in our situation. Looking at her, and seeing him live through her brings tears of joy to my eyes. Absolute, joy, that he will live on, through her.

There are things that make me miss Mitch more than other things. Like all this snow we’ve had recently. He would have been BEGGING me to go sledding.

I would have said no, and suggested he take a friend, and kids.

I’ve always had a love/hate relationship with snow. I hate when it touches my skin, but I think it’s absolutely beautiful! I’m about to sound like one of THOSE kind of women, but seeing all the glistening snow reminds me of all the happiest Christmas, and romance movies. I love standing outside and spinning in circles, taking in the beauty of the snow covered tree branches and rooftops. I feel a bit of hope, when I look at it. The smell of snow, is the smell of happiness, and purity, innocence, and clarity. If all of those could be smell, it’d be the smell of fresh snow.

I do love sunshine and beaches more, because, well, I enjoy outdoor activities that don’t involve snow touching my skin. Sand is a welcome touch though. Sunshine, and ocean water, bbqs at the park, and trail running on mountain bike trails. Most of my races are in the warmer climates, and traveling is easier.

But, none of those summer things give the feeling if hope. Maybe that’s why there’s been all this snow. Maybe it gives a lot of people hope, and whoever is in charge of snowfall, (god, goddess, Mother Nature, whatever you believe) decided “It’s time!” And has been dumping on us, consistently for 2 months now.

Every time the snow melts completely, it snows again. This is our spring snow. It doesn’t look too bad, today.

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I feel as though my posts are fewer and fewer theses days, but I realize, maybe it’s because I talk about Mitch every single day. I make social media updates, see all the pictures, and have accepted my fate, as the woman widowed at 34. The widowed mother of a teenage daughter, who couldn’t be any easier to have a child, than she is exactly how she is.

I think, daily, about how proud I am of myself, for fighting to get paid what I was worth, in October of 2016, because if I didn’t, I’d be making $10/hr less than what I make now, and most likely be living the roommate life, or living in a tiny, uncomfortable apartment, somewhere that I don’t want to live. Megan even mentions it, once in a while.

Well, it is time for me to get my day started, so until next time, friends and family.

Much love to you all. And may anyone suffering from such a loss, find hope of happiness, and laughter, in things around you. Remember, there’s always a silver lining, and if we focus on the beauty, rather than the ugly, we can keep on putting

One foot in front of the other.

And always remember, you aren’t moving on, or forgetting anything. You are only moving forward, and making progressive movement.

I. Feel. GLORIOUS!

So, before you get mad and hate me for feeling glorious (I don’t really see that happening), let me explain.

Tonight, I went outside to run, for the first time in a while. I had it in my mind to do a 10 minute 30 second mile (average). I’ve only been running on treadmill, recently, and am averaging 9:30 minute miles. (Because it was inaccurate). I figured it was about a minute off per mile, but went with it, thinking, “okay. If my treadmill mile is 9:30 consistently, my outdoor mile will be about 10:30 consistently, and an unpaved trail will be closer to 11-12 minutes. Anyway.

I was listening to Macklemore.

So the lyrics to Macklemore’s songs strike me, quite often as

A: my thoughts.

B: Something Mitch would have said, or HAS said.

Here is one example:

🎶 I feel glorious, glorious

Got a chance to start again

I was born for this, born for this

It’s who I am, how could I forget?

I made it through the darkest part of the night

And now I see the sunrise

Now I feel glorious, glorious

I feel glorious, glorious 🎶

I feel like I was born to be strong. Period. In every way, imaginable. I am finally working on my physical strength, and I. Feel. GLORIOUS! My “chance to start again” is with my health. Mitch passing so young, from a natural cause, really woke me up, and made me get the fuck off of the couch. I am currently making it through the darkest night (the loss of Mitch) and there is sunrise! I find a ray and hold onto it.

I am here, hoping with all hope that I am helping one person see that the end of a life doesn’t mean the end of the world. It only means that we must grow stronger, and feel with everything we have. We must keep moving forward, because forward movement is progressive movement, and progressive movement is the only good movement.

Memories are great, and fantastic things. Pictures, videos, and scents.

Sometimes, I want to get lost in my memories of Mitch. I want to remember how warm and safe I felt, when he wrapped his arms around me. I want to feel his warmth, when I am cold, and tell him to get his stinky feet off of me.

Remember him, I will. Get lost, I will not. It’s very important for me to keep a level head, and a warm heart. It’s important to me, to be a person children can look up to, and see, that with the worst of changes, everything can and WILL work out. I want other widows or widowers to see that it is OK to find happiness, in whatever way they need, as long as they aren’t hurting people in their pursuit of happiness.

You want to speak to a crowd of people about your loss? MAKE IT HAPPEN!

You wish to write a book? MAKE IT HAPPEN!

You want to sign up for those races?! DO IT!

Life is too short for WHAT IFS!

Be the strong you see in your heroes. Be it mental, physical, or whatever other forms of strong there are. Find it within yourself, and nurture it!

You Got This!

10 Things I Love About ME! 

I’ll start by saying, it’s taken me nearly 35 years to truly LOVE myself. I mean, really, truly, loving myself, and all the things that make me ME. I have liked myself, sure, but love? No. Not really. I am so glad I finally decided to look at myself, how others see me, or how they SAY they see me.  


My Heart

VI love that I have a big heart. I love that I love so openly, and freely. I love that I can love  without being loved back. I love that I care about everyone and their situations. 

Being an Empath

I love that I can feel what you feel, without you having to speak. I love that I can see your lies, before they exit your mouth. I love that I can read people. I love that I am able to open myself to other people’s feelings, and normally, release any energies I absorb. Being Empath is a curse and a blessing all rolled into one. It’s something you’ll never understand, if you are not a true Empath. 


My Drive, and Persistence. 

I am amazed at the drive I’ve developed after the horrible, unfortunate, and untimely death of my amazing husband. I had a bit of drive while he was around, but, now, the drive I have, to stay healthy, and live happy,  has really surprised me.


My Brain

I love that I am smart. I love that it’s street smart AND book smart. I don’t have to rely on one or the other. 


My Body

I love my body. I love my stretch marks, and my jiggly booty. I love my thighs and I love my arms. I love it all. I love that I am short, and commonly referred to, by my friends, as the “tiny human”, or the “midgy”. 

My Eyes

I love my eyes. There may be wrinkles, but, those wrinkles are from all the laughter, and all the happiness I have been so lucky to experience, throughout my life. I love that when I smile, you can see it in my eyes, as well. I love that I can tell whole stories, just with my eyes. 

My Ability To Write What I Feel, And Somehow Make You Feel It Too. 

When I write, I pour my heart and soul into it. I write exactly what I’m feeling, as I am experiencing the feelings. Somehow, it transfers to my readers. I love that. It’s always amazing when I get a text message from family or friends, and they say “I was crying so hard, or laughing so hard, trying to read what you wrote, that I had to stop reading for a few minutes!” 

My Hair

I love that I can do my hair, in nearly ANY color or cut, and I can pull it off. I love my hair! 

My Ability To Be Honest, Always

There is something that people tell me, all of the time. It is this: “I love how honest and raw you are! It’s amazing!” Yes. I am always honest! I won’t let a friend go out in an outfit, if it makes her look fat. I won’t tell you something, if it isn’t true. Period. I find no benefits in lying. Nothing good ever comes from lies. Nothing is ever good from HIDING truths, either. The Truth will ALWAYS come out. ALWAYS. 


My Strength

Unfortunately, the death of my husband, my hero, was what showed me my mental strength. I never knew I had it in me, to be as independent, and as strong as I have proved to myself, in the last (almost) 6 months. My mental stability, and strength, I believe, is BECAUSE of Mitch. He taught me to choose my battles. He taught me to keep moving forward. He taught me that dwelling on the bad things ONLY made them WORSE. He taught me all of these things, without ever really speaking the words. He SHOWED me, in his actions. He was a man, raised by an adoptive father, (who may have drank too much), a man who lost his mother to murder at age 8, a man who, as a child, started caring for his little brother and little sister. An amazing man taught me how to be strong, mentally. I love him all the more, for being HIM! 

Physically, I am pretty darn strong. I train, to be stronger. I’m 34 years old, and run Obstacle course races, FOR FUN! I love squats! I know, I’m strange. No need to point it out, because I’m FULLY aware. 
I LOVE ME!

Remember to tell yourself, every day, something you love about yourself! Really! Do it, every day!