Grief comes in many shapes and sizes. One of the questions I get asked all the time on Instagram, is “how can I help and support my friend… that just lost her daughter / that
I cannot pray. I don’t know how. It’s not that I don’t want to, but words fail me. They come out muffled and fake. They are stale and regurgitated from the days of my youth.
When I get nervous in life or death situations, I start babbling to the people around me. Or I throw up. I do best when strangers surround me for these reasons. Kind nurses with cool hands offering
My magical, beautiful girl. We lost you to SMA two months ago today, on May 9th. You are written on my heart. These days, my heart misses you fiercely. I miss everything about you. I
Our sweet girl, Florence Marigold Evanow, went to be with her Jesus on May 9th 2015 in the late afternoon. We held her in our arms as she passed away at Canuck Place. She was
“To love someone fiercely, to believe in something with your whole heart, to celebrate a fleeting moment in time, to fully engage in a life that doesn’t come with guarantees – these are risks that
Florence Marigold, I cried so hard when we found out you were a girl. My girl. My dream. My dream girl, in my womb. I couldn’t wait to give birth to you. After a rough
This post came to be after a few pregnant readers told me that they were no longer afraid of something, of anything, going wrong in their pregnancies. I think that’s a bit miraculous, considering all
