‘It’s like throwing everything in the backseat, then slamming on the brakes so it all comes flying forward.’: Woman candidly shares journey grieving multiple loved ones

“I was 12 when my mom died. My youngest sibling was a baby, just learning how to walk. It was Easter and she was taken by a brain aneurysm. Gone. At 35. No explanation. I successfully blocked it out of my mind for 20+ years. Attempting to protect my heart. It worked…until it didn’t.”

‘I don’t remember the last time I held you. There was no parade, no photo to commemorate it. Just one day I held you, and it was the last time.’: Mom urges ‘soak each moment in’

“Tonight, you asked to lay on top of my stomach like when you were a baby. I of course said yes. But we fumbled around for too long, both trying to get comfortable, until we realized it just wasn’t going to happen. One day I held you, and it seemed there was no end in sight for this pure bliss. Then, one day, it was the last time.”

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