“I just can’t imagine. I didn’t know it was that bad.” Well, imagine this. Imagine peeing on pregnancy tests every month, just incase you are pregnant, only to see the negative test time after time again. Imagine being told that you will never become pregnant without medical interventions. Imagine spending thousands and thousands of dollars … More “I Just Can’t Imagine”
Just days after Simon died, it started. “You should go to the cabin.” “When will you go to the cabin?” “Why don’t you just go to the cabin.” “Have you gone to the cabin yet?” Like “the cabin” was some miracle healer after the death of a child. Here is what the cabin is for … More The Cabin
How will I ever love another child as much as I love Nolan? Will Nolan and the baby get along? Will it be a boy or a girl? What if we don’t pick the right name?What if they don’t like their name? Do we have everything that we need? Will the baby be a terrible … More worry
I didn’t post much around, on or around Simon’s first birthday. It is just too complex. Too difficult to comprehend. Still to this day the feeling are too raw. I did however do a lot of writing during that time to process as much as I could. And I submitted a piece of my writing … More You Get A Lifetime – And I Get A Sunset
What does support through grief look like to you? No one has really asked. But if they did, this is what I would say. Just. Show. Up. It’s that simple. Show. Up. BE THERE. Be there when the world crumbles. Be there when the clouds drift away for a bit. Be there for … More “Love Fiercely”
Some people think it is morbid. I think it essential. When I tell people about it, you can see the horror in their eyes. You may see a hint of curiosity and possibly a little bit of wonder, but not often. Unless you have had the rug pulled out from underneath you and survived up … More TTFA
I woke up this morning paralyzed. Paralyzed with fear. With anger. With every fucking emotion that actually exists, except for happiness and joy and all of that other bullshit. How is this possible? How is this our life? How did it come to this? How has it come to this… again? It is as if … More Again
