To other mamas with a stocking hanging from the mantle, that won’t be emptied by tiny hands tomorrow. I see you. As we usher in this holiday without our babies, some of us who’ve done this before, and some for … Continue Reading Merry Griefmas
I traced his entire face. Felt the bridge of his nose under my finger tips, the silk of his eyebrows, … Continue Reading Silence
Imagine for even 5 seconds what it would be like to face your child’s birthdays without them. Literally, without them. … Continue Reading Forgotten
7 months will never have been enough. I hate that we celebrate your birthdays without you. I hate that death … Continue Reading A Golden Birthday
Your 4th birthday is in 7 days and I wonder who you’d be. Would you have your brothers sensitive nature? Would you have your sisters wildness? Would your eyes still seem to contain the depths of all space and time? … Continue Reading Words Escape Me
The photos taken during end of life sessions, during the decision making, during the goodbyes, during the memorials, during the moments of stillness, emptiness, and tears filled with eternal ache, are so, so important. When those photos are shared by … Continue Reading No Photos
I want you to know, that when celebrities lose a child, they have real human emotions. They grieve just as … Continue Reading On Chrissy Teigen’s Loss
I have a confession to make. Lately, through the muck of struggle in being a mother of 3, a new and probably largely unqualified homeschool teacher, a work from home-r, and a mediocre “influencer”, the deep rooted and creeping feelings … Continue Reading Comparison may be the thief of joy, but it’s still normal.
It’s been 2 months since Phoenix’s surgery, and she’s made incredible improvement! She finally has an appetite, which has allowed … Continue Reading Phoenix Update
Today is National Grief Awareness Day. Grief is not a single day. It is every day. For the grieving, it … Continue Reading Grief is Every Day
This photo deserves recognition. The dark circles under my eyes, the bare face, and the still wet hair from the … Continue Reading She Won’t Always Be This Little
Three years ago this week, Sloan’s ashes came home to us. We had asked my parents to go to the funeral home and retrieve them for us, as neither of us were able to take the task on emotionally. I … Continue Reading The Day He Came Home
I almost lost the love of my life this week. No, really. I know it’s like “Okay is this chick … Continue Reading Justin & Anaphylaxis
It’s now three weeks post op, and Phoenix Iris is a different little girl. She’s sleeping through the night, waking … Continue Reading Leaps & Bounds
5 years ago we said I do, though we’ve been together nearly a decade now. Maybe it’s silly to write … Continue Reading 5 Years Married
My sons ashes aren’t in an urn. He sits on my dresser, inside the bag with a charred metal tag, … Continue Reading A Plastic Box
