The death of a child is so profound, it’s like no other loss. There’s no such thing as getting over the death of a child. Instead, bereaved parents must learn […]
Death of a Child
How We Heal After the Death of a Child
Monday, April 22, 2024
Monday, April 22, 2024
The death of a child is so profound, it’s like no other loss. There’s no such thing as getting over the death of a child. Instead, bereaved parents must learn […]
Monday, January 22, 2024
Merry Go Round My mom made it a priority to take me and my siblings to the Smithsonian to visit the touring exhibits that came through the D.C. museums. I […]
Thursday, February 16, 2023
Dismantling the Room Your blue camo backpack hung on the back of your desk chair with your Pittsburgh Penguins baseball cap on top of it for eight years. It was […]
Friday, March 19, 2021
Since my son Daniel died on February 28, 2014, the month of February has been rife with memories, his ghost popping up seemingly at whim. His presence and absence coalesce, […]
Saturday, January 16, 2021
There is a collective sigh of relief as we ring in 2021, and yet there is also mounting loss and unattended grief. For those of us who have been learning […]
Monday, April 6, 2020
The loss of any loved one is a terrible blow that hurts our hearts and leaves us inconsolable. However, when a parent loses a child, it’s a different type of […]
Saturday, June 22, 2019
It has been six and a half years since our son, Mack, died suddenly on New Year’s Eve 2012, just shy of his ninth birthday. As the many of us […]
Sunday, February 10, 2019
Time heals all wounds. We’ve all heard it. Sounds incredibly hopeful for someone who’s drowning in grief. Except when time doesn’t heal your wound. Not enough time. It’s been years […]
Monday, November 5, 2018
I am adrift in an endless sea of grief. As I float along, the world continues to go on around me as if I am walking among the bustling crowds—but […]
Sunday, December 17, 2017
I was given a pocket size daily devotional after Mack died called “Healing After Loss” written by Martha Whitmore Hickman, who was also a bereaved parent. I carried it in my purse for […]