that’s what child loss does to a mama’s heart.  It shatters it into pieces so tiny and so fragile. And the pieces never make a whole.

The longer since his leaving, the more I feel I need to have it together in public. My tears are inexplicable to those who've forgotten,

I’m waiting for the day my tears will be redeemed.  Waiting for the restoration of what the enemy has stolen, for faith to become sight.

It’s different for every heart. But each of us who know child loss have a season of sorrow. It’s more than “just” the day our child left.

My son is not a number or a statistic or only a memory. He is integral to my story, blood of my blood –part of my life.

It is neither helpful nor healthy to pretend that sorrow and sadness don’t follow loss.  

Why is it, when we need them most, many friends-and I mean really, truly FRIENDS-just can't hang in and hold on?

It's normal that Dominic is less and less a part of his friends lives over time. But it still hurts...

Do I have any control over whether or not this burden gets lighter?

When taking care of others means NOT taking care of myself, then in the end, I’m of no use to anyone

Child loss is hard. Child loss is not "curable" or "solvable" and it's not helpful to pretend it is.

When faced with a wall of overwhelming and cascading feelings, I do the next right thing-whatever that may be until I see a sliver of light.

May we all have Poohs and Piglets that come sit with us when we are Sad, and Alone, and Not Much Fun To Be Around.

I’ve learned the hard way that memories are precious.  I don’t want the ones I’m making now to always be tainted by sorrow and loss. 

When I swallow my doubts instead of speaking them all I do is poison my own heart. Lament is a biblical response to deep pain.

"God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks in our consciences, but shouts in our pains." ~C.S. Lewis

Doubt is not denial. If someone is asking questions, they are still seeking. Jesus invited honest questions.