Hold and release. Hold the memory close; let go again and again and again.
It was the same lesson for our country. In the coming months and years, we’d use our hands to help, to hug, to rebuild, and to honor.
To my son, it is simply a game of whack-a-mole, of target practice. He does not yet know what death is.
I asked myself: what could others be feeling if they were to lose me?
But there's the other side too. There are people who will jump in after you. There are others who will grab your hand and pull.
I am writing you today so that if, for whatever God forbidden reason, I am not here on earth with you when you have your first child, you will have something to hopefully provide you with some sort of closeness to me.
One expects some measure of recognition from the one person on the planet who ostensibly understands the loss of this particular child from a parent’s perspective.
It’s a club no one wants to join, yet so many people are part of.
You’re my light at the end of a tunnel of sadness, of heartache, and of pain.
In the days immediately following the birth of my stillborn baby, I played a lot of baseball.