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The Gift I Never Asked For
Read more: The Gift I Never Asked ForHolding Grief and Gratitude After Losing a Child Grief is a thief. She takes from every corner, yet sometimes she leaves quiet, involuntary gifts to families like ours. Sweet boy, while I am waiting for rebuilding to begin, if it ever does, I wonder who I will become. I will always be your mom and…
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Silence of Saturday
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Read more: Silence of SaturdayThe hurt is constant but heavier today, sweet boy. Tomorrow is Easter and I will only make one basket. This will be our first family holiday in the after. I am hunting for the good. Every morning I wake up and my first thought is, “He is gone.” My second thought is a prayer. For…
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Hunt for the Good
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Read more: Hunt for the GoodSweet boy, we are approaching six weeks since the loss of you. At first I counted time by days and now in weeks. I don’t know why I mark the time from the day you died – only that I do. Just as we tell a baby’s age at first by days, then weeks, then…
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Assured
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Read more: AssuredAssured: something guaranteed, certain, confidently expected. When you were born, sweet boy, we had no idea you would have special needs. I went to the operating room for a repeat cesarean section fully expecting a normal, healthy baby boy. Your cry was weak. The room was silent. Something was not right. No one came to…
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Anointed in Grief
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Read more: Anointed in GriefOne of your favorite people stopped by today, sweet boy. She is one of mine as well. Walking into the house with a smile, determination, and a bag hanging off her shoulder she said, “I have some things. I want to pray over you. Is that ok?” We sat on the couch as she pulled…
