Heidi YounginDear HHenry’s JoyI dip my toe in the grief and slowly, slowly, start to swim through the familiar pain. It is exquisite, with sharp edges, piercing in new…Mar 29, 2019Mar 29, 2019
Heidi YounginDear HWhat It WasI try to wear this new lipstick, hoping it will bring me back to myself. Maybe vanity will be its own distraction. You are still you, I…Mar 25, 2019Mar 25, 2019
Heidi YounginDear HThere Are No Monsters, I Told YouThere are no monsters, I promised, but it didn’t keep you from running into our bed every night. I would wake up, next to you, with no…Feb 5, 20191Feb 5, 20191
Heidi YounginDear HYou Need to Know that You Will Be OkayYou will make it. Even at times when everything is wrong, when you are bewildered to find yourself weeping in an emergency room, you need…Feb 1, 2019Feb 1, 2019
Heidi YounginDear HHow to Survive This Very Worst Thing — A Love Letter to YouWhen our beautiful toddler son, Henry, died unexpectedly in November 2018, I was sure the pain itself would crush me too. I would wake up…Jan 20, 2019Jan 20, 2019
Heidi YounginDear HLet November GoMy sweet H, what November has taken from us, I cannot forgive. November is a knife to the heart with all of it’s golden red beauty. It is…Jan 19, 2019Jan 19, 2019
