Less than 48 hours after I last held my son, I sat down in a funeral home to discuss our final decisions about his physical remains.  I was anxious.  And tired.  And upset.  But it had to be done and I had lived a long eight months of doing things that had to be done […]

Our kitchen faces the backyard, and it is one of my favorite places to be.  I love to cook, and some of the best simple moments in life consist of preparing something delicious with an eye out the window on the comings and goings of my little piece of the world.  Our backyard is large, […]

It has started.  Something everyone told me couldn’t happen, but the rational part of me knew would.  I am starting to forget.  I have noticed countless times during this past year that people often deny things that make them uncomfortable.  Things like a bereaved parent forgetting details about their own child.  But all the while […]

In so many ways, I have recently grown to dislike April.  I’d never preferred spring in the first place, having always been more partial to the extremes of hot summers and chilly winters.  But lately it has become particularly unlucky.  In April of 2015 I experienced a miscarriage.  And in 2016, Beckett’s diagnosis fell in […]