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Everything happened so fast, I didn’t know what to do. I was only eight years old, and had the childlike faith that he would come back to me soon.
This is one of the most painful realities of being the one left behind. From now on, they’re going to miss every birthday, every anniversary, every Christmas morning.
Our son Samuel was diagnosed with Trisomy 18 at twenty weeks gestation. We were told that this made him incompatible with life. We were given the option, but chose not to terminate.
“Your baby has not developed further.” This can’t be. It must be a mix-up. When would I wake up from this nightmare?
Three years ago, my husband breathed his last breath. Then began the most difficult journey I’ve ever experienced: life without him.
Here are 10 lessons I gained from reflecting on the past 10 years. I hope to help people struggling with mental illness, grief, depression, or any one of a multitude of losses.
All widows go through these four phases — at different paces and degrees — in the mourning process.
To constantly bear witness to the ravages of the disease, knowing you are powerless to stop it, is a huge burden. We want and need to do something to help them, but don’t know where to start.
One of the most painful realities of being the one left behind is that you can’t make any new memories with the people you love who have passed away. From now on, they’re going to miss every birthday, every anniversary, every Christmas morning.