Loss is greater than just missing you. It is all the messy, emotional feelings that come with it.
Your diagnosis, your life - it wasn't want we knew or planned but your life in 7 years was an amazing teaching lesson. Now, 2 years later and your 2nd birthday without you here we still miss you beyond words.
Helpless - fixing seizures, the aftermath of death and the law
When something bad happens you think it is the worst thing in the world...but is it really?
There is no timetable and no one can tell you how to go about it...you just do. Step by step, day by day.
Signs. Signs to know she is here, listening, loving and wrapping her arms around me.
The waves of grief hit. And hit hard. But I'm thankful.
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.
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.