Holidays are Hard

The holidays will always be hard. They will also be joyful. They will be both and that is okay.

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The Legacy of Strength: A Grandparent’s Grief

By: Kayla Leibner Seeing your child suffer is a type of suffering in itself.  As parents, our love runs so deep that when they hurt or suffer, we also hurt and suffer.  If something happens to cause one of my children distress or pain, my first instinct is to fix or remove the problem to…

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I Am With You

By: Casey Zenner Close your eyes…take a deep breath.  Do you feel that? The peace coming over you? That’s me. That’s me telling you I am okay, so please don’t worry. That’s me waving hello and goodbye, please hurry home, I can’t wait to hear your stories.  That’s me grabbing your leg and squeezing tight in the afternoon as your day drags on. That’s me…

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Love Bears All Things

By: Kayla Leibner The journey of a bereaved parent is full of misconceptions, false impressions, and understatements.  It’s uncomfortable and unthinkable.  There’s no possible way to help someone to understand unless they, too, are walking in our shoes.  At some point, we were all on the misunderstanding end of this scenario.  I know I once…

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Books To Comfort Your Heart: A Quarantine Reading List

Losing a baby can be a lonely, isolating experience, and unless one has known someone who had such a loss, it is easy to feel as if no one understands what you are experiencing. For those who are grieving the death of their baby, the right books can help you process the loss. Different types…

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The Legacy of Strength: A Grandparent’s Grief

By: Kayla Leibner Seeing your child suffer is a type of suffering in itself.  As parents, our love runs so deep that when they hurt or suffer, we also hurt and suffer.  If something happens to cause one of my children distress or pain, my first instinct is to fix or remove the problem to…

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We All Grieved: A Grandparent’s Loss

By: Jaclyn Pieris It was an abnormally warm day in England and I was sitting in a stuffy, grey colored, softly lit room in another weekly counseling session. I was enrolled in a training course to become a therapeutic counselor, and I had to undergo 50 hours of counseling. This requirement was exactly what I needed…

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