“What I would give just cradle your petite, warm body one more time.”
- Love What Matters
- Grief
“What I would give just cradle your petite, warm body one more time.”
“‘I’m sorry, I’m not detecting a heartbeat.’ What followed is a blur. I recall Reece shouting NO repeatedly, but I stayed silent. The world seemed to stop, and I felt like I was watching myself on a TV screen.”
“Music helped me with the grieving process. I hope to honor my dad by sharing his music and the beautiful lyrics he wrote.”
“Be open about your struggle and be honest when someone asks you, ‘How are you doing?’ You never know who may come into your life because you shared your story.”
“I began to have dreams viewing life in my absence, being forced to watch my son struggle to make sense of his alcoholic mother. A mother who could never get sober. Those dreams changed something inside of me.”
“She betrayed me in a way I could not imagine. In the blink of an eye, my best friend became a person I did not know. While she was running amuck doing damage to the people she feigned to love, I was hit, not just by a general feeling of disgust and betrayal, but by grief. And not necessarily about her.”
“‘Joie, are you sitting down?’ My heart knew the gusts of strong wind and rainbows I had seen everywhere over the last several days were warnings the next few minutes would teach me the meaning of anguish.”
“During the car ride to the hospital, I prayed harder than I’d ever prayed for Ryan’s heart to start beating again. I didn’t know what I was praying for, being completely ignorant to the consequences of an individual being deprived of oxygen for so long.”
“I dropped to my knees, tears pouring down my cheeks. I couldn’t breathe. When my husband came through the door, I ran to him with pure excitement. This was it. We were finally going to be parents and I was on cloud 9!”
“I looked up at Dylan and we both started sobbing, all while the remaining pieces of my pregnancy left my body.”