My heart was racing, my hands shaking, as I carefully took the shadow box off the wall. One by one, I took down my children’s keepsakes, some of the only tangible items of my son and daughter who are no longer alive. Abby, Peyton, Parker. Those three shadowboxes have been a staple of our …
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It’s OK to be sad during the holiday season
I found myself crying today in the school drop off line. And again, as I sat on the couch at home. Grief shows up at the most random times, and today it hit me: the holiday season is here. As you gather around the table to celebrate, please be kind to those whose hearts may be hurting. Maybe …
The Father-Son Bond My Husband Will Never Experience
I was at the gym when I saw something out of the corner of my eyes. A father-son duo, working out together. It’s nothing out of the ordinary, but I smiled as I watched the father give his son tips as they lifted weights. It was then that my heart sank. My husband would never have that moment with …