
Years ago I stuck a photo to the side of our fridge of Mark and I at our wedding shower. I loved the reminder of our early days until I didn't anymore. Hollowed out by grief I would stare at that photo and wonder who that girl was smiling effortlessly at the camera. Eventually I took the photo down. It was too hard to reconcile how the sparkle of a future in front of us had changed to an impossible lifetime without one of our children. I didn't recognize myself anymore. I've made peace with the person I became after we lost our daughter and thought a lot about what I would tell her if I could go back in time. To my newly grieving self, At some point you will wake up and not be Continue Reading