Your last day on Earth, we spent together as a family of four. You and your brother had a mild tummy bug, so we turned on Christmas movies. I sat…
To my little Henry sunshine,
When we rushed through the ER doors, behind the paramedics and our toddler, around…
My 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…
On November 9, we were laying on baby blue bedding in baby blue pajamas, blowing kisses to your dad and brother, away on their camping trip…
“Can I hold your hand,” you ask me in the movie theater, and I blush with all the teenage love I feel for you. We hold hands and I still, to this…
Dear H,
I miss you all the time. Grief is my constant companion, it settles in my bones like an…
In the first days of grief, you will fold in on yourself, you will bend and stretch and never feel at home. You will escape to your bed but…
Wherever you are, I hope that it is:
