Living

It’s been two months since I’ve written anything. When people ask why I’ve stopped writing, my usual response is that I simply don’t need to. However, I’m beginning to realize that’s not entirety true. I spend every waking moment keeping myself preoccupied. In fact, in the passed two months, I’ve traveled, built friendships, and gotten...

Skylar Bear

I got something very important in the mail today. Yesterday was the worst day I’ve had in many. For some reason, missing my son like I do every day was unbearable. Every time I went to the bathroom while I was at work, I would cry. In fact, I took extra trips just to weep in...

Frozen

Yesterday, as I stood outside on an early fall afternoon, I watched my dogs run around under the enormous maple trees in our front yard. The trees have been turning colors and I'm not nearly as excited about it as I usually am. Fall has always been my favorite season, but I feel as though...

When Time Stands Still

When the worst news I'll ever hear filled the ultrasound room, time as I knew it came to a screeching halt. I forgot how to breathe. Speaking became a great effort. Making eye contact was nearly impossible. My hands were shaking, my mouth dry, though I didn't want to eat or drink a thing. I...

Light

When I first found out my boy was gone, he was still in my belly. Looking back now, it really is hard to believe I've been through as much as I have. Sometimes it doesn't even seem real. It's almost as if the last six weeks of my life have been a terrible dream that...

A Rose By Any Other Name

Skylar Franklin When the labor and delivery nurse asked me if we had a name for our son, I couldn't speak. Tears welled up in my eyes, and the lump in my throat wouldn't allow it. I heard my husband tell the nurse our sons name. It then became so real. It's astonishing how quickly...

Brown Recliner

In this brown recliner I bought at a garage sale, I weep. Holding a tiny light brown teddy bear, and a soft white blanket with my sons name printed all over it in blue and gray, I weep. These being the few sentimental items from my hospital stay just weeks ago. This, the blanket he...