Siblings Grieve Too And We Owe Them Honest Conversations About Their Siblings Who Died

"Hey bubs, guess who's coming over this weekend." It was a simple question for my toddler, asked in an effort to make conversation and prolong our 110th listening of the Little Mermaid soundtrack. "Oh, I know," she responded, her eyes smiling. "Who's coming over?" I repeated. "It's my sister, Dorothy. She will come play." Gripping…

Learning to live with grief brain.

Learning To Live With Grief Brain

Losing my daughter has changed the way I think. I don’t just mean my perspective on life has changed, I mean the actual cognitive process of thinking. I have grief brain. Grief brain is what happens to your exhausted mind after the loss of a loved one. I’m not sure how much scientific evidence there…

This Thanksgiving, Let’s Share What We’re Thankful For And Who We Are Missing

The Thanksgiving table can be such a source of joy. There's great food to share and good company to share it with. When it comes to the conversation, that same table can also be a source of anxiety. Once we're all done partaking in the feast, what do we talk about? There are so many…

I Know It Was Hard For Everyone When My Baby Died–It Was Hard For Me Too

I was once brave enough to ask a friend why she stopped talking to me when my daughter died. She responded that she couldn't reach out to me because my daughter's death was so hard on her. It was too much for her to deal with. To that "friend" and every other person who turned…

This Halloween, When The Doorbells Are Silent–Please Think Of The Children Not Here To Ring Them

It's Halloween night and the doorbell rings. You grab the bowl of candy and head to greet your trick-or-treaters. As the door swings open, you hear the rustle of plastic bags and the thudding of plastic pails awaiting their prize. "Trick or treat!" their voices chime and you smile as you pass out candy to…

Congrats On Keeping The Kids Alive–I’m The Mom Who Couldn’t

I hear it at least once a week--usually from a meme on social media. Someone joking that "at least I kept the kids alive." While other moms might scroll by with a giggle and barely a second thought--I cringe. I could go my whole life without ever having to hear or read those words again.…

Grieving Parents Build Bridges Between Their Children Who Died And Those Who Keep On Living

So many wonder how grieving parents continue on in a world without their child who died. How can they traverse the terrain where their child's feet will never again tread? How do they keep going? Why do they continue on? We keep going because we are the bridge builders. We keep going because we are…