Sometimes I feel more like that now. Like the brightness in my eyes is gone. Like part of that hopeless romantic, naïve, “Happily Ever After” woman died when her daughter died too. Like there’s still plenty of laughter and love and even happiness inside of me, but that their optimism doesn't quite reach all the way up anymore. And that it might not be fixed until Heaven.
Read moreIn the Deep End {Of Grief}
Because this whole grief thing is deep. Deep, like getting pushed into the deep end of a pool when you don’t know how to swim. Like thrashing around in the water not knowing which way is up. Like feeling afraid that some days you just might drown in it.
Read moreYou Have No Idea
And I wonder how many other people I walked by that day, and the many days since then, who are going through things I have no idea about. Who else is suffering silently as they wade through life in a sea of unsuspecting people? People who have no idea what they are going through? I know how invisible I feel walking through the grocery store, waiting in line at the bank, talking to a complete stranger at the park. I can’t be the only one. I KNOW I’m not the only one.
Read moreWe Both Lost Our Unborn Child {But It's Different}
Some have tried to say that losing our child must be worse for me, because I am the mom. But that is not true. My pain is not worse. It’s just different. To every father who has lost a{n unborn} child: your grief is important too. It might be different. It might not be processed or expressed the same as your wife's grief. But your thoughts, your feelings, your timing - they are all valid. They are important too.
Read moreTo Those Waiting and to Those Mourning on Mother’s Day
It's not that I think you need random pity from a random stranger such as myself, but I do think that sometimes it helps when recognition is given to how tough the valley can be to walk through.
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