We discuss, we talk, we make a plan to apologize for mistakes, to ask for forgiveness. It’s all he can do.
The Dirt on the Grave
Last week a friend of mine sent me a picture of her 16-year-old son’s grave. She finds comfort in visiting and what struck me was the dirt.
I Wish I Could Stop Time
By Kathy Glow. I know about too late, and it guts you.
Thankful
By Jessica Watson. Since losing our daughter, I don't have it in me to manage the craziness of big parties and the hustle and bustle of all the holiday happenings that made up our life before.
Just Keep Breathing
Your baby, that baby that you see right there with the beating heart and the perfect tiny hands and feet, is going to die and no amount of wishing me dead or mute or skipping your appointment or begging for a do-over is going to change that. Off you go now, the dog needs to be let out. There are dishes in the sink. You can’t leave the kids with your friend forever.
His Death Taught Me How To Live
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 Loss of Two Children
The death of a child is unimaginable. Your heart breaks into a million pieces as you ponder what their life would be like.
Noise of Life
I have sat with a daughter with no life left.
My Monster
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.
The Healing Stone
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 …