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My Son’s Name
I have to begin this post saying that when I first found out I was pregnant, we absolutely did not have a name for a boy. “We’ll figure it out” I would say, every time the “what if it’s a boy” conversation began… Right after we were told the news of the death of our…
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Rainy Day People
In my last post I discussed how during a storm–both physical and emotional–it is easy to see people’s “true colors”. I would like to expand a little on that thought. You would think that the hardest part about grief is losing that person. Losing my baby has been so, so painful. I can’t even put…
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Why Now? Why the Name?
The process of grief is funny–for lack of a better word. Some people are not ready to share their pain until years after an event. And that’s okay. But me? I talk through my elbows; this is a Colombian expression, I’m not sure if it translates well. It means I talk a lot. (By the…