Two years.  104 weeks. 731 days.  That Linus has been gone. Each day is further away from the last time I held him in my arms, wrapped in a towel and my pink sweater. I have to scroll back longer to get to pictures of him on my phone or hear his crackly voice in…

Linus was in my dreams last night.  I’m a vivid dreamer, in general, and often remember my dreams or, at the very least, how they felt once I wake up. Last night, in my dream, I was in my bedroom at my parent’s old house but it was still decorated and painted from when I…

Last year I wasn’t ready to set up an ofrenda for Linus but this year I felt called to ask for him to visit me. Last year at this time I didn’t want to live without him, didn’t want to be alive at all; it’s a little better now. Sometimes he appears in my dreams…

To fashion an inner story of our pain carries us into the heart of it, which is where rebirth inevitably occurs. -Sue Monk Kidd Unlike his passing, I knew this day was coming. The seasons have changed, milestones have come and gone: the first Halloween without matching costumes, the first solo Christmas card, the first…

The one year anniversary of the worst day of my life is coming up. I’ve dreamt of Linus twice in the last two weeks. I want to believe that he knows how hard it’ll be for me and has been appearing to reassure me. – – – Last night’s dream: I came home. We’re out…