I am numb. I sit here on the sofa in my medical robes, husband perched beside me squeezing my hand. They are looking at us
Nobody wants to talk about how painful losing a child is because it’s hard to hear, especially for those who love us. Sure,
I thought I’d die from her death. Often, I prayed that I would. I believed the pain would eventually overtake my body and I
When you were young, did you have childhood dreams of what your life would be like when you were older? When I was young, I
Could he have been saved? Not a day goes by that this does not cross my mind. A question I constantly ask myself, a question
On the hard days, when I’m fiercely missing my babies in heaven or, more recently, longing for the new baby we dream of
Raw grief is like labor. The intensity of the pain fades with time. Probably because if it didn’t, we could never survive it.