To my little Henry sunshine,
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…
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…
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…
Wherever you are, I hope that it is:
Dear H,
I miss you all the time. Grief is my constant companion, it settles in my bones like an…
When we rushed through the ER doors, behind the paramedics and our toddler, around…