He Was Everything and Nothing
He wasn’t the kind of guy you could sum up in one description, not neatly anyway. He was a contradiction—a […]
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The Miracle Balloon
There was a balloon I loved, not more than any other, but differently. It wasn’t like the other balloons I
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Birds of a Feather
The days after Kingston’s passing blurred together, a relentless wave of sorrow and confusion that left me clinging to anything
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Rogue Side Quests in Land of Lost Focus: ADHD Unlocked
Navigating life with ADHD feels like battling rogue side quests that pop up out of nowhere, each one demanding attention and pulling me off my main path. These distractions are unpredictable, constantly weaving me into a maze of tasks I never planned to start.
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Pardon My Mess: Unfiltered Grief In Progress
Grieving parents deserve spaces where they can be raw and real without censorship, where their pain isn’t policed or toned down for the comfort of others. It’s time for society to stop placing unrealistic expectations on mourning, allowing grief to be openly acknowledged and supported instead.
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The Mourning Detour: Dead Ends, Fiancées and Scenic Disasters
Relationships after losing a child are complex and often irreparable, and sometimes the way people cope can leave you speechless. In the end, his choices were his own, and mine was to let it go—not without a dose of dark humor, because if grief has taught me anything, it’s that sometimes you have no choice but to laugh.
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A Glass Half Full
In the quiet moment that followed, I saw Kingston’s message clearly in the glass half full—a reminder that even in loss, there’s a glimmer of fullness waiting to be seen. It was his way of showing me he was still here, guiding me to “live like Kingston,” to find light in the hardest places.
Whiskey and Truth Bombs
Talking about Kingston keeps him alive, allowing me to say, “He mattered, he still matters.” That night at the bar, simply sharing his stories with two strangers lightened the weight, reminding me that saying his name is like a lifeline through grief.
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Tis the Season: Merry Grief and Happy Hollow-Days
Without Kingston’s light, this holiday season feels empty and unbearable. His joy and brightness once made everything shine, but now, as we face our first Christmas without him, I’m left clinging to his memory, trying to find even a glimmer of joy in his absence.
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Monday Morning Massacre: Grief, Chaos, and One Sticky Victim
Grief doesn’t play by any rules—it sneaks in, even when you think you’re managing fine. One small moment, like a peanut butter-and-jelly sandwich gone wrong, can unravel everything, but Kingston’s quiet reminders are always there, guiding me to be kind to myself in the mess.
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