I’ve worked in a hotel, cleaning rooms off and on since the eighties. I’m approaching sixty-four. I’ve been working all my life for my kids…
My kids are grown and finished with college, but I didn’t know what to do with myself when they left, so I still work even though I don’t have to.
I keep working so I can encourage young people that they can make it through the same crap I went through.
My son died six years ago… In the middle of my grief I started volunteering at a place that delivers groceries to local families who are low-income.
I don’t know why I’m writing you, but I want parents to know that there’s life after your child dies.
I work in a grocery store. A woman came through my line and told me about your website. I wrote your name on receipt paper. When I emptied my pockets that evening, I saw the receipt, and figured it couldn't hurt to check out your website.
I got inspired to write a poem about my late big brother. He
passed on Christmas of 2017.
You are gone, but you are not far away.
At the end of each day,
You are my last thought.
You are on the other side of my fear,
I have nothing to fear...”
I will babysit your dog (Ellie Mae) if you ever need. I would do it for free. I’m ten and mature.
I’m getting my GED this year. Dude, I’m almost forty, it’s harder than I thought.
Someday I really want to go to college, but I look at all the work ahead of me and don’t know if I have what it takes.
I’m not a kid anymore, I hope this isn’t a dumb…