I’m learning to stand up and speak my truth even when others don’t understand it. None of us chose to be bereaved parents.

Jealousy is a green-eyed monster and I want no part of it. I have to focus on the gift and not the loss.  I can't always do that.

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.

If you can, join us.  You may be nervous up to the very minute you show up or log on but I PROMISE you will not regret it. 

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

A pastor friend says, “Your misery is your ministry.” I think he’s right.

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...

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.

I don't have to meet a timetable or get anyone's approval. It's my journey and baby steps count!

Parents look forward to marking milestones in their child's life. They never plan to have to mark the milestone of their death.

Marriage is hard work under the best of circumstances. Child loss makes it harder. But there are ways to create space and to extend grace.

In the aftermath of child loss, healthy boundaries are no longer optional, they are necessary for survival.  

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

I am learning to take anxious thoughts captive, learning to make them live in only a corner of my mind instead of taking it over completely.

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

I’m learning to let go of offense. Not only because it is too heavy to carry in addition to my grief, but because the Lord commanded it.

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

Grief means there is already a low-level hum of background stress every. single. day.

If you can’t do it all, do something. And celebrate.