I want to take a moment to thank all of you who read my last post and we’re not only so supportive over the past several days, but understood and honored how triggering and devastating it all was. It’s been a very difficult undertaking to move past this setback, but we are trying our best. [...]
This week tested me more than I’ve been tested since Sloan died. My emotions and anxiety were so triggered that I was physically ill from it. One of the worst parts was not being able to discuss any of it until it was over. I was struggling to cope, and I couldn't say a word. [...]
Have you ever had to think about what you would say for your child’s eulogy? Have you ever had to sign your name on a paper detailing what you want done with the body they left behind? Have you had to decide what to do with the bedroom they’ll never sleep in again? Have you [...]
He was so in love, absolutely smitten with his new baby brother. This photo makes me ache. The same ache I feel when he looks up at me with much more sorrowful eyes and says “Mama I miss my baby Sloan”. It is the ache of wanting to change the past for your child and [...]
For more than 8 years, we’ve been at each other’s side. Sometimes reluctantly, sometimes with difficulty, many times joyously. Our connections to one another go back into our childhoods. We had mutual friends even then. We grew up in the same neighborhood, streets away from each other. We had family vacations to the same places [...]
Today has been exhausting. You don’t listen, you cry when you don’t get your way, make yourself throw up instead of napping, incessantly get into things no matter the amount of baby proofing or how out of reach the item is. You fight me on every single thing, you think you are the boss. I [...]
The bereaved spend so much time being shushed and made to feel like we cannot share because it’s too sad, too uncomfortable, too inappropriate. We are quieted by people, with solutions, the want to gloss over with positivity, the need to correct, to answer. Even with “good intentions”, certain things just hurt. When we are [...]
