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    The Sensitivity of a Grieving Parent

    December 6, 2017

    The sensitivity of grieving parents is huge. The trauma associated with the loss of a child leaves lifelong wounds. Eventually, they turn into scars, but they can remain utterly sensitive, even while seemingly invisible to the eye. Hurtful comments It’s true. Those who haven’t experienced child loss even though they have good intention often try…

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    Grieving the Child Who Did Not Die

    November 7, 2017

    I gazed at my thin contorted body through the mirrors surrounding me on all sides. The face looking back seemed dazed, eyes empty and unfocused. My hair and makeup were given barely a moment’s notice that morning and it showed.   As I studied my reflection, the yoga instructor gently called to us to extend…

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    The Birthday of The Child That Isn’t Alive

    September 6, 2017

    Today is the 6th birthday of my girl. But she is not here on her special day. She is dead. Every time I think about her being dead, it somehow seems unreal. My inconceivable reality. It’s as if I lack words to describe it but continuously find myself searching. Searching for words. Searching for her…

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    Vulnerability is Bravery

    August 2, 2017

    Vulnerability and bravery. Two words that I wouldn’t easily put into one sentence. Grieving the death of my daughter and the subsequent years of healing have taught me both. I’m practicing being vulnerable and brave by sharing some personal insights from behind the scenes of the latest project I’ve been working for on the past…

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  • My New (Imperfect) Life

    July 3, 2017

      The shock of it all was paralyzing. I’ve never felt like that in my life. The crazy thing is, I couldn’t feel anything at all. My heart was literally broken. I couldn’t pick my hands up. The emptiness felt like 50lb weights in each hand. I remember going to the mall with Dan, my…

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