The Good Mourning Mother
10 Years Since Our Daughter Died-Living in a world that is not my Home
“The mourners call echoes through the bones of those who grieve, inflicting a fierce response.”
Her "Birth" Day that Never Came
"Our most precious things can be taken in an instant, no one is immune to tragedy."
"When Will My Body Know, My Baby is Dead"
"When will the truth catch up with me, and what will happen when all of me knows, that my baby is dead."
First Facebook Post as a Child Loss Parent
"Please be patient with us and pray for strength and understanding, this was completely unexpected, we are heart broken and hurting."
Seasoned Grief - A Message from the Founder of Weathered Raindrop
As an ER nurse I remember thinking, I knew what real grief was. I had held the hands of the dying and comforted those left behind. I’d heard the desperate screams from mothers and soft wail from fathers as they stood holding their child, for the last moments. . . .
Grief was the deepest emotion I had ever seen and I thought I knew it well. It wasn’t until my children died that I knew what real grief FELT like, it was much different than what it looked like. How does it feel?
How old is my child in Heaven?
For years now I have felt no need to share publicly on what has most certainly brought the very most peace through my children’s deaths. My closest friends have heard bits and pieces but this part of my journey has not been something I’ve been willing to share. Until today.