“After my mom’s funeral, people were scared to speak to me because they didn’t want to say the wrong thing, but saying nothing at all was far worse.”
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“After my mom’s funeral, people were scared to speak to me because they didn’t want to say the wrong thing, but saying nothing at all was far worse.”
“I’m asking everyone to join me in this fight.”
“It’s so incredibly heartbreaking to watch babies struggle through withdrawals and be powerless to make things better. The first time a baby left, I cried so hard I couldn’t see the steering wheel in front of my face.”
“I heard my wife scream, ‘Brian, come quick!’ I hurried upstairs to find her crouched down on the bathroom floor, groaning in pain. Even with all the pain, she had a subtle smile on her face. ‘I’m pregnant.’ I felt a surge of happiness. All the excitement was replaced with a sudden feeling of dread.”
“There were no condolences. Just business as usual. I was nearly pleading for attention now. ‘This life was important to me!’ He looked up, straight-faced and insincere. ‘Oh… sorry for your loss.’ I thought I’d somehow be getting my baby back. I needed closure.”
“I can’t remember if his favorite cereal was Honey Smacks or Fruity Pebbles. I know we had a cereal debate a while back and I’m kicking myself for not remembering how that one ended. I guess at the time, it didn’t seem important. But now I’d give anything to go back just to know the answer.”
“We woke to what we thought was Matty snoring. Something didn’t sound right. The next few hours would consist of teams of doctors coming in and out of our room with solemn faces and stumped expressions. I ugly sobbed.”
“In the midst of licensing families and talking about the HUGE need for foster families, I realized something. My husband and I are exactly what I had been screaming from the rooftops that the system needs—people who have the time, love, and space to offer children when they need it most.”
“I was ‘cured,’ right? Uh, WRONG. Without batting an eye, they start laying on the pressure. ‘Don’t you want him to be a big brother?’ I wanted answers.”
“She insisted she alone would handle it. ‘I’ve got an email to write,’ she announced. An hour later, she returned with a draft to the teacher: ‘Good afternoon. I am unsure of whether or not it came to mind when creating this assignment that not all students come from a line of descendants whose history involves voluntary immigration.'”