It’s been about six months since the last time I took time to sit down and actually throw something together for either of my blogs. So I am apologizing ahead of time for any grammatical errors/mistakes that you may encounter upon reading this. 

These last six months that have gone by has seemed more an eternity for me. Every minute that goes by feels like it goes on for hours. Every hour that creeps by, feels like days. Every morning I struggle to stay up/awake, and every evening I struggle to fall asleep/stay asleep. Some days I feel almost completely numb to the life that goes on around me. 

Most days, I completely avoid anything that involves leaving my house. The couple times a week that I do leave my house, usually involves high levels of anxiety. My anxiety becomes intensified by simple things that don’t bother most people (matter fact, most people don’t even think twice about some of these things), here are just a few examples: driving, traffic, most social interaction, noise, light (it might be ‘too bright’ or ‘too dark’ outside), i’m positive that I’m forgetting several more relevant examples, but I hope you are catching my drift.

Like I have said in previous blogs, the last few years have been pretty tough on me. Growing up, relations with extended family (cousins, aunts, uncles, etc) wasn’t really a regular thing. We didn’t get together with our extended relatives like most families do. We didn’t do holidays or anything like that with anyone but our immediate family, for the most part. 

My parents divorce was finalized while I was still in high school. I’m pretty sure I was a Freshman when everything was officially said and done. After I graduated high school in 2010, I started spending more time at my moms place. This eventually led to me spending much more time around those ‘extended’ family members from my moms biological side of the family: (3 aunts and their spouses, aka, my uncles, as well as my cousins). It didn’t take long before we were all getting together for family ‘get-togethers’ during the holidays, and/or whenever someone came up with a reason to make a bunch of food and eat together. (The more I think about this, the more I’m realizing where I inherited my love of food). 

Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. In this situation, everything abruptly stopped, for the most part. We didn’t even really have the luxury of a warning. Nothing could have prepared me for what was in store me and my family within that time frame of just a couple of VERY short years. Here is a breakdown of the events that unfolded:         

– May 2014: My uncle Chuck passed away after months/years of battling cancer. He was married to my aunt Kris (my moms sister). 

– December 2015: (7months later), my Grandpa Myers (my moms adopted father, aka my GRANDPA), passed away. A month or so before this happened, he ended up going to the ER with some prostate issues. He mentioned that he also had been dealing with a migraine/headache for several days and, that for the life of him, he wasn’t able to get rid of it at home. The next thing we know, he’s being transported to OSU because they discovered a bleed on his brain. He ended up being put on a ventilator when he was admitted to OSU. Fast forward about a month or so, and he is transported to a facility closer to home (at this point he is pretty much a vegetable). About a week later, the facility that he was staying at decided to send him to the ER. Apparently he had some sort of sudden onset of a fever that they couldn’t remedy. So they notified us at about 8:30AM that he was being transported to the hospital. By 9AM, he was gone. 

– May 2015: (5 months later) my Aunt Diane (my moms sister) suddenly passed away. In the previous week or two to this, she had to undergo back surgery. When she passed away, she was going through her ‘recovering period,’ from the ‘luxury’ of her home. This probably goes without saying, but after some surgeries, it is very typical to spend a period of time recovering at home. This usually comes with orders from the doctor to be on bedrest, more or less. One thing led to another though, and she was found deceased at her home. The final conclusion on what caused her death was the fact that she had developed a blood clot after her surgery. The blood clot ultimately traveled to her lung(s) (aka: pulmonary embolism). 

– October 2015: (5 months later): my mom passed away. My mom had many health issues. Several years prior to this, my mom had constantly been in and out the hospital. In 2012, she had a triple bypass (heart) surgery. Which was risky in and of it’s self, because she was a diabetic with poor functioning kidneys. It wasn’t too long after having her heart surgery that she had to be put on dialysis, which she had to do 2 to 3 times a week. To make a long story short, after my grandpa passed (and then my aunt shortly after him), we were lucky to get her to go in there to do her dialysis once a week. My mom had made me her health care power of attorney years previous years ago. After my aunt had passed away , she adamantly rediscussed with me what her wishes were if she ended up in the hospital again. A week or so before she passed away, she was admitted to the hospital again because she wasn’t doing her dialysis like she needed to be doing. Ultimately I had to make the decision to have the doctors discontinue her dialysis treatment. My mom was sick and tired of being sick and tired.

Ever since my mom passed away, nothing has been the same. I haven’t been the same. At this point, I’m not sure that I’ll ever be the person I used to be. So if you’re reading this and you happen to be someone who is a close friend or family member to me, I want you to know something that is VERY IMPORTANT :    I AM STILL GRIEVING!!!! I don’t know how long I will be in this ‘funk.’ I can’t always promise that I will be able to promptly answer every phone call or even every text. I can’t speculate or make promises on when I might be able to socialize outside of my house. In all honesty, at this point, I can’t even confidently confirm that I will be able to do something as ‘simple’ as taking a shower today. 

There is one thing that I AM CERTAIN of though: I WILL always be your family/friend! I WILL always try to do my best to be there for you when you need me to be. Just try to understand that I have to put myself back together before I can give anyone else 100%. Thank you for doing your best to be patient with me! It is very much appreciated!

5 Quotes About Grief

1. “Grief is a most peculiar thing; we’re so helpless in the face of it. It’s like a window that will simply open of it’s own accord. The room was cold, and we can do nothing but shiver. But, it opens a little less each time, and a little less; and one day we wonder what has become of it.”    – Arthur Golden

2. You don’t think you live past it and you don’t really. The person you were is gone. But the half of you that still alive wakes up one day and takes over again.    – Barbara Kingsolver 

3.  “For what is it to die, but to stand in the sun and melt into the wind? And when the earth has claimed our limbs, then we shall truly dance.”    – Kahlil Gibran

4. “I can choose to sit in perpetual sadness, immobilized by the gravity of my loss, or I can choose to rise from the pain and treasure the most precious gift I have-life itself.”    – Walter Anderson

5. “The finest level of my being, you’re still with me. We still look at each other, at that level be on site. We talk and laugh with each other, in a place beyond words. We still touch each other, or the level beyond touch. We share time together in a place, where time stands still. We are still together, on a level called Love. But I like fried alone for you, in a place called reality.”    – Richard Lepinsky

These Days….

These days my heart’s still broken.
A reflection of heartache lingers in my eyes.
Holding on can feel so damn pointless.
When you feel like life is robbing you blind.

These days I can’t help but wonder,
Are you satisfied and are you really happy?
Don’t you miss the way things were before?
Dare I ask if you miss me.

These days I’m still learning lessons.
On who to trust and who to believe.
How can you say I’ve turned my back on you,
When you were the one who decided to leave?

These days I fight back tears of longing
As my family becomes a distant memory
These days I can’t help but to think about
All the times I passed up the opportunity….
To spend time with my whole family.


I would be completely naïve to believe that people don’t talk about me. I would be even more naïve to believe that people always talk positively of me. If there’s one thing that I’ve learned so far in my 23 (almost 24) years of life, it’s this: it doesn’t matter if you’re doing good or bad in life, somebody is always going to have your name in their mouth. There is no way to escape it.  
I honestly believe that to some extent, it is in our human nature to talk about others. What some people fail to realize is that, every time you decide to talk about someone, you have the ability to control the direction of that conversation. It seems that a secretive, two-faced, war has been waged. Unfortunately, that war is being fought between family members, friends, and anyone else who cares to open up their mouth against another person. Let’s be honest, the majority of these conversations are nothing but negative in nature and downright repulsive.

At the end of the day, the conversations that you have with other people ultimately reflect your true character, revealing a lot more about you than you realize. Recently, I have been no stranger to being talked about. People that I once had close relationships with, have said a lot of negative things about me. Eventually it got to the point that those same people resorted to lying, in an attempt to hurt me in every which way they could.

For the time being it would appear as though these people have won. I am hurting in many more ways than they could ever understand! I am grieving the loss of relationships with some of my remaining family members for unjustifiable reasons. I am not a perfect individual. In one way or another, I will always be a work in progress. I am fine with that, because as long as I am working on bettering myself, nobody can accuse me of giving up on life! I just don’t understand why other people haven’t done more for their own wellbeing.

From my point of view, the only thing that I can make of any of this is that I must be doing something right. Let’s be real, I am consciously making the decision to consistently stand up for what I know is right. That takes a lot of work, motivation, and commitment. If I wanted to take the “easy route,” I could just sit back and blame everyone else for all of my issues that I encounter in life. Because honestly, if you aren’t being made to take responsibility for any of the self-centered messes you’ve created, why do anything else in the name of maturity? 

And one last thing, I do talk about you. I talk about how I miss a genuine relationship with you. I talk about how I wish you could get it together not only your own well-being but for that beautiful little daughter that you have. I talk about how empty and lonely my life is been without having your around to shoot the shit with and do pointless things with like when we would sit and watch vines with each other on YouTube, all while devouring a bag of Oreos between the two of us. Yes, I talk about you all the time. But not in the way that you think I do. 


96 Days Later 

It’s been a little over three months since mom passed away. It was only today, that I was able to start a ‘project’ that I’ve been meaning to start since her passing, on October 17th. While I was in the process of putting this project together, I came to an important realization amongst my tears. 

I’m not done grieving over my mom, and to be honest, I’m not sure when or if, I ever will be. But the simple fact is, I couldn’t bring myself to start this project until today. I couldn’t bring myself to read even just one of the cards that she wrote in and gave to me for a holiday or special occasion, it was just too painful. But today, today, ended up being an important day for me in terms of realizing where I stand with my grief. 

Today, I finally pushed myself to read at least one of the cards that she gave to me. I would be lying if I told you that I managed to get through it unscathed. The truth of the matter is, I bawled like a baby. On one hand, it honestly felt like my heart was breaking all over again. But on the other hand, I concluded the reading of that card with many mixed feelings. The most prominent of those feelings being a weird sense of peace and comfort. It might sound kind of crazy but, when I started reading that card to myself, I quickly realized that I was reading it in her voice. Other than listening to old voice messages that she left me, it has been at least 96 days since hearing her voice. Not only that, but it has been at least 96 days since the last time I got the privilege of hearing my mom tell me something that I really needed to hear (even though technically I read it instead).  I want to share with you what my mom wrote in that card that ended up being a blessing to read today:


Catie, in my dreams I see you and I feel you, that is how I know that our spirits will go on among each other, near and far, wherever you are, I will be everywhere with you. Time, people, and circumstances may seem to separate us, but my undying love and my unconditional love I have for you always will remain inside of me along with every breath I take. Only God knows all about our very own hearts & souls & what we really think and feel. 

I love you. I crave to see you and to touch your beautiful face. You are my sweet child!

Even if you may never come back to me, just like the “Prodical Son” in God’s word, the day I see you coming up the road, I will embrace you with open arms, a gentle kiss, and with tears of love and joy flowing down the cheeks of my old face 

I love you Catie June!! 



God Bless You!!

79 Days Later 

Today as of January 4, 2016, makes 79 days since you passed away Mom. To put that in perspective some more some might look at this the following way: (1) 6,825,600 seconds (2) 113,760 minutes, (3) 1,896 hours,  (4) 79 days, (5) 11.2857143 weeks, and (6) approximately 2.63333333 months.

I can’t say for sure if those numbers are 100% accurate, but it seems that they are a pretty good estimate just off hand.

Everything feels like it has continued to fall apart since you had to leave us. I will try not to get into too much detail, but all 3 of us kids have taken this so hard! Corrie is going through multiple things that I won’t go into detail about, Brian has went through his share of personal demons but he seems to be doing better since he moved in with grandma, and I have been going through expected ups and downs (plus some) to say the very least.

Nothing about this “grieving process” has been anything close to being something that one would consider to be “easy.” At this point, I think it’s safe to say that over the last month or so, I have cried a little less and things have appeared to look “up” for me more so than before. That doesn’t necessarily factor in the nights, or any other time of the day that I know I have spent, thinking about you, missing you, and crying over your absence.

My hope is that with 2016, that we can all find some sort of comfort or peace over your passing. Unfortunately, I have deep feeling in my gut that more pain, heartbreak, and hardships of some sort is in store for us in 2016 as well. Mom, I have done my best to stay strong for everyone in this family! Even when it’s felt like nothing short of impossible to do.

If you are really in heaven like a lot of people have tried to reassure me with, please don’t hesitate to watch over us as our guardian angel. Keep us safe throughout our travels (as you would say when you used to pray for us) and always keep close to us in spirit so that we keep all your words of wisdom and encouragement even closer to us.

I love you mommy! There hasn’t been a day that has gone by so far that I haven’t thought about you. I miss you!!!

26 Days Later

26 days ago, on October 17, my mom passed away. Since that day, I’ve been nothing but a constant emotional roller coaster. I’ve gone through this seemingly, never-ending cycle, of being “alright” one minute, but then the next minute, I’m completely falling apart again. Up until today, my mother’s passing still didn’t feel completely real to me. Don’t get me wrong, I knew she was never coming back. I just think there was a part of me holding out on the hope that none of this was real. That it was all just a long, terrible, nightmare I would eventually wake up from.

Today ended up being the day that I stumbled upon the realization that my mom was gone. She was never coming back. The incident that led to this was probably as mundane as it gets. Now that I am thinking about it, I can’t believe that this didn’t happen sooner than it did.

The previous day, my sister and a friend of ours, decided that we were going to go out of town in the morning to do a little bit of early christmas shopping. One thing led to another, and I found myself sitting in my friends driveway. I was just sitting there, waiting for her to get back home from dropping off the kids to school. At the time I didn’t know she was going to be as late as she ended up being, but anyways, I ended up picking up my cell phone to pass the time. After unlocking my phone screen, a warning popped up on my phone prompting me to delete some old voicemail messages because my memory was 90% full. So I went to where my voicemails were, and started listening to old voicemails.

Without even thinking, I went to the oldest message I had on my phone, but I apparently ignored the fact that it was a voicemail from my moms cell phone she had. Suddenly, I found myself practically engulfed in the sound of hearing my moms raspy voice singing “happy birthday” to me seemingly out of nowhere. I looked down at my phone and saw that this particular voicemail was left by my mom at 6:42 AM, on May 19,2015, making it the morning of my 23rd birthday.

The message was only 48 seconds long, but at that moment, it felt like the message lasted an eternity. When I say it felt like it lasted an eternity, I want you to understand that I mean that in the best way possible. It had been 26 days, possibly even more, since the last time I had gotten to hear the sound of my moms voice. At the time, this unexpected surprise was pretty much completely pleasant. That is until that 48 seconds was over.

After singing happy birthday to me on that voicemail, this is how she finished up the rest of her message to me that morning: “Happy Birthday babydoll, 22 years ago…23 years ago, I gave birth to my beautiful baby Catie June. You’ve been such a blessing honey and I love you. Now today you be careful in your comings and goings, Give me a call. I love you. Bye Bye.”

After taking time to recover from the feelings I had after listening to that message, I continued on a mission to listen to every voicemail I had on my phone. My hope was to see if I could find any other voicemail messages from her that I had forgot about. I did come across several other voicemail messages that were shorter than that first message, but nonetheless, I still enjoyed listening to them.

Here’s another one, that was recorded on May 31, 2015 at 4:34PM: “Hey Catie, how’s Corrie? Text me and call me. I need to talk to her. Her message thing isn’t set up. I need to talk to her. Bye.”

Anyways, sitting there and listening to those messages, made it painfully clear that the last 26 days hasn’t just been one big nightmare. This really happened. I am only 23 years old, my mom would have turned 52 in just over two weeks, but instead, we had to “celebrate” her birthday without her physically here. Instead, we had to hug the urn that held her ashes, instead of being able to give mom an actual hug or a kiss. No more buying her birthday or christmas present. Instead, you get to stumble across things you would have bought for her, for instance, today I saw plenty of coloring books she would’ve loved to have.

I miss my mommy! I would do anything to be given the chance to tell her that I love her one more time. I would do anything to be given the chance to hug her one last time and to hear her tell me that she loves me. Some might think that I am really lucky to have these recordings to be able to cherish for the rest of my life. I just want those people to know that I more or less wish I didn’t have the recordings. It just makes me miss her even more than before. Not to mention it kind of makes everything even more final. I’m glad I have access to them for the purpose of not wanting to ever forget what an “I love you” from her sounds like. But on the other hand, I’m burdened with the realization that this is one of the very few things I have left to remember my mom by. I’m burdened with knowing that it’s too late to return any of those phone calls, especially if I know that I didn’t try calling her back.

26 days later, I am still heartbroken and sad. I am also a bit remorseful about missing certain chances to spend time with her that I can’t get back. 26 days later, and I realize that even though the heartbreak has been unbearable at times, I still have managed to make it 26 more days. I made the decision to keep fighter, 26 days later, and still counting.