You stepped up...again. You didn't forget and with you I wouldn't be surviving.
Signs. Signs to know she is here, listening, loving and wrapping her arms around me.
Waves of Grief
The waves of grief hit. And hit hard. But I'm thankful.
It is not your door.
I've had this in draft for almost 2 months wondering if I should post. I read a quote that resonated with me..."When you come out of a storm you won't be the same person that walked in...that's what a storm is about." So here I am relating to the door on a house. Some people like the color of my door and some don't. But it was my storm, my door - my house.
It Takes a Village
I say goodbye again. A reminder of my child now gone is that I no longer need my village.
The silence of grief is sometimes deafening. The reality of year two is painful.
I will forever miss you sweet pea
Mother's day is a holiday like none other now that she is gone. I will forever miss her. All of her.
I knew she COULD but never thought she WOULD
There are risks to a lot we do in life. Driving a car. Flying in a plane, or taking a particular medicine. The risks to losing Lydia were great and my head understood them but what I've come to realize my heart did not.
Feeling numb after the loss of Lydia
I never did get excited for the holidays. However, after losing a child, I can't even put into words how empty I feel.