Those Moments of “Is He Truly Gone?”

It’s been closer to three years than to two since the day I lost my son.  When I mention him now, it’s usually “almost three years,” that I say instead of “two.” Yet… it’s no easier.  I suppose in some ways it is.  The sun continues to rise and fall and life moves along at…

Those Daily Heartbreaks

I just had one of those daily heartbreaks, those ones that grieving parents must face as we continue with life after the death of our child. My four-year old daughter, Ella, was only two-years old when her oldest brother, Nolan, died.  At the time, he was such an immense part of her short life.  He…