Posts Tagged ‘Bereaved Parents’
The Legacy of Love: How a Mother’s Loss Ignites a Powerful Purpose
By: LaCara Biddles I reclined in profound stillness upon the unsettling confines of the hospital bed. Beside me, my husband tossed and turned as he attempted to fall into a deep slumber. I stared at the black and white clock above the door frame. The minute hand navigated the clock’s circumference, whispering the passage of…
Read MoreA Letter to my Baby Girl
By: Julz Richterman Finding out I was pregnant 4 months after losing my baby, Bobby, brought a wave of conflicting emotions. I was thrilled I was pregnant again, anxious I would have to live through another nightmare, and angry that the new baby was “replacing” the one I lost. I decided to write this letter…
Read MoreWalking Down the Stairs: Even Good Days Hurt
By: Julz Richterman Tragedy is a gas that seeps into every part of your life. Not only are you left remembering the “before” you, but you are haunted by the “should be” and “what if” you – the you who will never exist. You miss the person who never thought about these two opposing realities:…
Read MoreI Wanted to Say Thank You, but I Couldn’t: A Letter to MY Parents
By: Julz Richterman Saying “thank you” used to be easy. You always supported me, even if you didn’t agree with me. You let me make my own mistakes, celebrated with me when life went well, and stood by me when it didn’t. None of this changed when I said I wanted to go to a…
Read MoreThe Emotions & Experiences of Bereaved Parents
Grief can steal everything you thought you knew. But grief can also be a teacher.
Read MoreThe Scrabble Pieces
Everyday we continue to honor and love Ava.
Read MoreThe Hardest Part
By: Artis Granville The hardest part is everything. Everything hurts the same. If I had to choose what hurts the most my dear, it’s you not being here for me to call you by name. For now, when I call your name my child it is in remembrance of you, For I refuse to let…
Read MoreIn the Blink of an Eye
By: Artis Granville I squirmed in the salon chair endlessly. “What’s wrong son?” I asked as I gently rub my tummy. I was now 22 weeks and 6 days along in my pregnancy. I was expecting a baby boy. “Are you hungry?” The stylist asked. “No, my baby is uncomfortable today.” I replied. It took…
Read MoreThe Purple Blanket
A purple blanket meant to bring comfort, has given me that along with hope.
Read MoreReviving Joy
It takes work to revive your joy after a loss. Be thankful for every small step you make in your healing.
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