Tag: Grief

  • Holding My Son, Missing Another

    Holding My Son, Missing Another

    Intro

    I woke up the morning after and, for half a second, forgot that he was gone. And that half-second broke me more than anything else.

    In the first days after losing your baby, you live in a haze. You don’t want to move. You don’t want to breathe. You want to lie in bed and scream until your throat bleeds. But when you have another child at home, you don’t get that choice.

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