When You Can’t Get Back to Normal

When my son died, my world shattered. For years, I tried in vain to get back to “normal”. I wanted so desperately to be the

Grieve With Hope

Ten years ago today I held my son’s lifeless body in the palm of my hand sobbing with the raw intensity of fresh grief. He

This is part 3 of yesterday’s post. I’m going to skip a recap and jump right in to finishing my story. If you haven’t already,

I’m sitting at my desk focused on the work I’m trying to finish. My 3-year old son climbs into my lap and snuggles against me