Father’s Day is the hardest day of the year for me. Harder than my wife’s expected due dates that pass by with achingly empty arms. Harder than the anniversaries of the long awaited positive pregnancy test. Harder than the anniversary of finally getting to hear a heartbeat. Harder even than Continue Reading …
When we lost Thomas, I knew we had suffered an enormous loss. A loss that I cannot adequately describe in the English language. I didn’t yet know that we would never be the same, that life would never be the same. Things are forever divided, in my mind and heart, Continue Reading …
My bedside table overflows with books on grief and baby loss, tissues, and cold tea from the night before. They each comfort me before I have the task of making myself fall asleep. As I walk over to my boyfriend’s side of the bed, I’m surprised to see what’s on Continue Reading …
