I had my Richmond, VA cousins over and made this cake. It was a nice evening. My cousin Mel just lost her Dad and instead of taking her food, we had everyone over. A piece of my heart will always be missing especially at family get togethers. Charles loved family more than anything. He talked
Chaney is my #griefheart today. It’s not just “my” journey, this is a journey for millions of people suffering a suicide loss. And today, this heart is in honor of Chaney Corley who was only 13 when she died by suicide in September of 2015.
I met Tony and Angel Blackmon online
by Charles Aubrey Rogers
This is real shit, not crap rap, The park I used to trap at is next to the tunnel where Cal took his last nap. Just a coupla weeks away from graduation, He was supposed to have that gown and tassled cap hat. Cosby was where he was supposed to grad at,<br
Charles was all heart and This is part of a card sent to Charles by his beloved theatre group in his sophomore year (I think) in high school and Mrs. Fretwell, his favorite teacher ever. Charles had cracked his skull, supposedly on a skateboard accident. But later we found out he’d cracked
It’s been a tough, tough week. I am not usually punny. But heart-wrenching is how I have felt. Feeling better after lunch with Stephanie today.
What is the #griefheart
This rap song, Silver Lining, is on Sound Cloud. But I wrote out the words a while back so I’d have them. He recorded it with his friend Max
This was the heart that presented itself on our way back from our grief walk on Charles’ birthday. Even after a death, life keeps happening, new life keeps emerging. Important reminder that we still need to live. I never had to think about that before
What is the #griefheart project?
I explain my #griefheart project here.
I went to the COBE event at VCU, Virginia Commonwealth University and saw Dr. Kevin McCauley speak (the dude seriously needs a decent online bio).
For many years, Charles and I had a discussion about his “thrill seeking” which I never felt was quite the right phrase since he wasn’t
This is not my son’s first birthday. It’s the first birthday since he died. He would have been 21.
Years ago, I dreamed we would be in a better place with Charles–with his depression and addiction. His sleep disorder, his anxiety, his ADHD. We worked so hard at it.
Instead we are