Laughter

Before losing my son, everyone would always describe me as a happy person beyond measure. I recall always being complimented for my smile, my unique laugh, and my bubbly personality. Understandably, I experience these types of compliments far less now. Since my son was born, I look at this in a different light. I have... Continue Reading →

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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... Continue Reading →

No mud, No lotus

It’s been two months since I’ve used writing to heal my heart, and so many things have happened since then.We were in two weddings. Michael and I played key roles in the weddings for some very important people in our lives. I cried for different reasons than those I had grown used to. I cried... Continue Reading →

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... Continue Reading →

Dreams

Two months ago today, my son was born. His due date has come and gone, as has the date I was to be induced. The one month anniversary came and went, and though it wasn’t easy, I made it through all of those days without too much trouble. Today, however, that is quite different. Today,... Continue Reading →

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... Continue Reading →

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... Continue Reading →

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... Continue Reading →

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... Continue Reading →

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