Tag: dying

Written by Emme Chey

Crawfish, Me & The Welded Time Machine

Meet one of my favorite things in the world. This is a cooker, welded by my dad in the late 80s, early 90s. He started cooking crawfish for my birthday when I was 15. I didn’t like crawfish at the time, but he would simply say ‘sometimes it’s about feedin’ people little’n’. To a spoiled […]

Written by Emme Chey

Grief | The Birthday Crasher

For the last 2 years, I’ve gotten a little sad around my birthday. Last year I was sad thinking about me, as a baby, in a hospital for 5 days before anyone ever picked me up. I found comfort in knowing I was loved and I belonged to someone during that time, but it made […]

Written by Emme Chey

Grief | The Sidekick

5 States, 8 Cities, 3 Flights When the pace is high, it’s important to soak in every moment, because there are some seasons you won’t get a redo. From the streets of my childhood, family kitchens of New Jersey, firsts in New York, officially launching a new path in Oklahoma, Karaoke in Louisiana, and eventually […]

Written by Emme Chey

Grief | The Drive Home

The work of cleaning and clearing an apartment full of my mom’s lifelong treasures was done in a matter of days. I paused when I needed to and allow grief to do its thing every time I encountered it. I had a lot of heavy emotions but I had peace. When I climbed in to […]

Written by Emme Chey

Grief | The Comforter

The wait was over, the work in front of us. After the great day with Kayce, I was driving in my mom’s car to where she worked. I loved being with dear friends. I also loved being alone. My mom bought ‘Red Gypsy’ within the year. She loved this car. As I climbed into it… […]

Written by Emme Chey

Grief | The Comedian

Adventures of Kayce & Chey When the Fam and I arrived back in Texas from New York & New Jersey, I would be on a plane within 24 hours to Shreveport where my closest friend (Seester), would pick me up. She said that was the best use of her frequent flyer miles ever. Here is […]

Written by Emme Chey

Grief |The Vampire Cat

When the day was upon us, it was time to hug my husband good-bye so he could go back to work and comfort our kiddos. I did the usual routine; spoke to the charge nurse about therapy, then the doctor about any changes in tests they have run since I was last on site, and […]