When each one of my children was born I received him or her as a gift from God.  I could not imagine there would be a day when I would treasure them more than I did on that day. But I do. I miss Dominic, because he was a gift from God too.

I’m thankful this other day exists! Thankful for a day when I can think about and speak about and embrace the child that won’t be with me next weekend. Because Dominic is STILL my son.  He is still very much a part of my heart.  And I need to be able to speak that aloud for others to hear.  

I miss my child. I miss the family we used to be. I miss being blissfully ignorant of exactly how awful death is.

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.

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

Change is hard on everyone. But it's harder if you don't have important conversations.

Oh how I love you! Your brother’s untimely departure has opened my heart in a whole new way to the glory that is your presence.

Child loss is often sibling loss. In addition to their own heartache, bereaved parents carry the heartache of their surviving children.

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.