I looked at the clock and realized I was 2 minutes late. Willing myself to get up, even though it worsened my migraine, I walked into the kitchen to get a lighter and then into the bedroom to get Jack…
Grief is hard and it’s isolating and it’s lonely. I can’t count the number of times I have broken down simply because I feel alone in my grief and I feel forgotten. And Judah feels forgotten…
My hope these days looks so different – it the hope of seeing my Judah, as well my Jack, lost to miscarriage at 9 weeks gestation, again in heaven. Sometimes I feel so guilty that I am looking more forward to…