Loss changed me. It broke me. But it built me up in the most beautiful way. Scott's death gave me a new perspective on life. It showed me what's important.
The death of a child is unimaginable. Your heart breaks into a million pieces as you ponder what their life would be like.
I have sat with a daughter with no life left.
My monster, you see, is the lingering doubt that if I had made a single decision differently at four in the morning on a Monday almost six years ago, my daughter Hudson might still be alive today.
I didn’t want to love him. Five months into my pregnancy, I stared at the shadowy image that appeared on the ultrasound screen—a tiny baby boy who my obstetrician predicted would …
What I understand now is that accepting how little control I have means leaving my heart wide open at all times.
In my worst moments as a mother, the moments where I am cursing my family or getting angry about how much I have to do, I often experience this extreme moment of panic.
I did get the chance to say goodbye to my mom and spend time with her.
My father died—from a cancer that could have been prevented. In fact, the majority of skin cancer is preventable.
When something feels wrong, it usually is.