I used to think how traumatic it was for us to grow Mia for 32 weeks and then deliver her “stillborn”. But as the years go
It was a dreary day at the cemetery today. I go most Sunday afternoons to say hello to my sweet girl and update her on the
I remember the time when I could attend weddings and showers and innocently participate in games in which you get points for
Hope. It was the first thing taken from me when my son died and has arguably been the most difficult thing to get back
As a young girl, I remember attending the stations of the cross at Lent. The picture of Mary holding her Son’s body and the
They say we are strong. Is that because they fear we will break? Like if they acknowledge the truth, the pain, they will
More and more I realize sadness is never leaving. It remains in me; despite whatever else I feel, sorrow is always present.