“I’ve learned much in the two years since Max passed. We’re each doing the best we can.”
- Love What Matters
- Grief
“I’ve learned much in the two years since Max passed. We’re each doing the best we can.”
“The restaurant’s phone rang, and I answered the way I would any other call, ‘Thank you for calling Pizza Nea, how can I help you?’ My mother on the other end answered with one word, ‘Emily…’ The tone of the word alone—my name—sent the blood out of my face.”
“I couldn’t remember the day my miscarriage happened. I forgot what that baby’s due date was supposed to be. I felt like a terrible person for not remembering the dates of one of the toughest experiences in my life.”
“’Mom. I need a phone. If I have one, I can call you if a shooter comes to my school.’”
“There is life after loss. It is possible to live in the here and now and still honor and respect what was.”
“I’m learning how to be a single mom and how to raise our son in a way that would make his daddy proud.”
“Our children need us to come together—their lives literally depend on it.”
“The energy in the air felt thick—off in some way. But I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. ‘It must be nerves about the move,’ I rationalized.”
“Our kids should be okay. Except they’re not.”
“I wanted to put myself through a small fraction of discomfort to show my wife, ‘I acknowledge your suffering and I am eternally grateful for these children you carried.'”