I spotted the piece of paper from the other side of the room. A page ripped from my daughter’s notebook, tucked underneath two hearts, the urns of our two children who died. I unfolded the paper and read the note through a cloud of tears. “Dear Parker and Abby, You are going to be okay. Love …
grief
I am 1 in 4, and I am not alone
I am 1 in 4. At first glance, you see a mom looking on as her child proudly holds the newest addition to their family. A concentrated look paints a picture of a daughter who has waited what felt like years for a sibling. But this picture-perfect moment is far from perfect. Only one big …
This picture. It’s all I have of my daughter who died.
This picture. It’s all I have of my daughter who died. No videos, no precious pictures of her tiny feet or even a picture with her triplet siblings. For those us who have faced the unbearable experience of child loss, this is our reality. We are given tangible keepsakes; the footprints, the tiny …