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
I am baby lost. No, that isn’t right. I am Bryce lost. Forever changed when I first saw his sweet face and heard his
“How are you?” People ask me this question, hesitating, unsure if maybe they should just avoid the topic. Unsure if they want
I have a bit of insight for you. And it’s probably the best advice I could give anyone reading. SAY SOMETHING. Super simple.
Nobody wants to talk about how painful losing a child is because it’s hard to hear, especially for those who love us. Sure,
Dear Newly Bereaved Parent, My heart breaks for you. I am truly so very sorry you find yourself here, reading my words. I’ve
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