Dear Haddie BoBo, Today I found myself driving around running errands. I ended up in the area of my old doctor's office. I haven't been here since THAT day. All of a sudden something took over me and next thing I new I was on auto pilot to that office building. Even though my
Dear Haddie Bo Bo: Your Daddy and I just got back from a trip out west. We visited a friend that Mama met at the National Cribs for Kids Conference. We attended her Gala for her foundation that is very similar to Haddie's Calling but on a much bigger scale. I had the pleasure
Haddie, Mother's day is always a day that I have dreaded since you died, for many reasons. Of course because you aren't here, but also because of the guilt I feel. I decided to take a cruise without you on the only Mother's Day you were alive. It's hard to feel like celebrating with
Dear Haddie Bo Bo, We have experienced all four season in one week here in Michigan. Early this week we had amazing summer-like weather. It felt so good to be outside breathing in fresh air, and letting the sun warm my skin. It is truly amazing how weather can be so good for your
To MY daughter Haddie Bo Bo, I know it's been awhile since I have written. But know that you are in my mind all the time. Literally....ALL THE TIME. This will be our 4th Christmas without you. Just typing that out I can feel my eyes start to fill and the blood drain from
Haddie Bo Bo, Wow life has been busy, distracting, and moving along. Today I can't find the good. Usually I can find something positive to distract myself from the feelings that I have about you not being here. Today I can't. Your face is what I see when I close my eyes. My thoughts are
Dedication Day at church Haddie Bo Bo, I'm a dreamer. I always have been. When you dream of what your future might hold you dream big. At least I did. You think about your dream job, your dream house, the family you will have. You dream about the places you will travel and
Haddie Bo Bo, It almost seems like a sin to say but today I saw a video of you and at first I looked away. Then realizing what I did I forced my self to look at your face and stare into your eyes. It hurt to see you so alive, moving, and babbling.
Dear Haddie Bo Bo: What is this thing called "peace"? Does it really exist? How do you find it? I see people who have also been chosen to live this journey of losing and child and they seem to be at peace. Maybe I am wrong and they aren't at peace. Is it a choice?
Haddie Bo Bo, You were small. You were just a baby. You hadn't spoken your first words yet or taken your first steps. You hadn't lived long enough for people to know who Hadley Sue Bromley was all about. In fact the only people who really knew you were just a handful of us.